His knuckles brushed against my jaw, startling me. In my sudden startled state, I pulled the trigger. “Fuck!” he shouted, stumbling back and grabbing his leg. “Fucking fuck! You fucking shot me! Jesus Christ.” I blinked as he hissed. “I didn’t mean to!” I stepped forward, but he held his hand out to stop me. “Ju-just stay there. Put the fucking gun away.” He grunted and winced before leaning against the wall.
