"Let's drop by the drug store before bedtime," Nick orders, and I sigh as I look at the way he's standing by the door, clearly making space between us.
"Sure," I say and follow him outside. I wanted to go to bed now, but I also knew we needed to get his medications. I eyed his gun again, now partially hidden beneath the jacket he put on.
As we climbed into the car and I put on my seatbelt, I asked, "Can you teach me how to shoot a gun?". Nick haltered in his movements, stopping his hand from turning the key. He looked at me apprehensively.
"No," he stated and turned the key. The car roared to life and gave a slight vibration. Nick looked forwards as he spun the car around and focused on driving; the topic of teaching me to shoot was apparently already settled, as far as he's concerne
