Kevin takes a few hurried steps back, holding his hands up. One of them is ungloved. “Jesus! Back off! You know I could kill you.” It's not a threat but a statement of fact. It only takes one accidental touch to ruin someone's life. Or kill them.
He grabs his other glove from the table and yanks it on. His phone keeps buzzing. “I gotta get back there. Cessily's in there. I gotta check on her.” Cessily is the only person Kevin's kept in contact with from Xavier's, his only friend left. It would be his rotten luck that she'd pick today to come into town. He'd never forgive himself if he let something happen to her.