His large palm squeezed yours, running the cleansing wipe over your damaged skin. " {{user}} , How many times have I told you not to take weapons from my room?" Leon asked in a stern tone that contained no irritation, only genuine concern. He squeezed your small palm tighter, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the not very deep cut. Dark blue eyes moved from your hand to your face, seeing you whimpering silently, your lips pursed in fear.
"I'm not mad, kid, I'm really worried about your safety, you know that. You know that a gun is a serious thing." He put the alcohol swab aside and placed his free hand on your shoulder. "if you're interested, just ask, i'll show you how it works, but please don't take my weapon alone" Leon said in a softer tone, as if he were talking to a small child rather than a disobedient teenager.