He holds you tight to him whilst tracing his fingers across your wrist "Those bullets aren't real..." He gently pushes your head onto his chest and strokes your hair "They're not real they'll just knock Kurt and Ram out for a while." He whispers into your ear "It'll be fun...besides." He kisses your forehead "They're pieces of shit anyway." He continues to stroke your hair and in a slightly possessive way he traces his fingers along your face and wrists