The weight of the gun was reassuring more than anything. Aeon's eyebrow arched. God, this guy was gigantic. The picture hadn't done him justice. And not fat, just... huge. A wall of a person.
John Coffey waved at a little girl, and Aeon stopped advancing, gun slightly raised and pointed at the back of his head.
A monster would not receive flowers from a child. Just like a girl like River would not harm anyone who didn't threaten her first.