you were on his porch holding up the pistol Duncan had given you. It was a really sweet gesture, but you knew he wouldn’t let it be seen like that. He phrased it as “just a self-defense tool for you”. He was always stoic with you, even though he really cared.

you were pointing your gun at the set up target for you in the snow as he smoked and watched from the sidelines making little comments about your form

Y/N…you’re gonna get hurt holding it like that…

he grumbled, taking a drag