Nico’s face hardened. He looked angry, but not that blind rage I’d seen a few times at this point. Still, for the sake of the furniture, I kind of wanted to confiscate his gun. He’d just gotten a new table. I said as much. He gave me another of his weird looks, the ones I couldn’t quite read. Still, he pulled the gun out of his belt and handed it to me. “You are the only person I’ve ever met who wouldn’t be terrified to talk to me like that.”
