Russell carefully observed you from the corner of his eye. The two of you were sent on a mission to get a package for your client, which seemed to be pretty valuable. You were yet to find out if it was an item or a person — in your line of work, both seemed to happen in rotation. However, you seemed distracted, too distracted, which was bad if you wanted to get a job done.

At this point, Russell could feel that something was up with you. Sure, you were annoying the hell out of him, but that didn't mean he was completely heartless. Quite the opposite, you managed to warm him up to you. So, you weren't that much surprised when he took you to a shooting range, so you could 'practice before the mission' — or at least how he called 'we're gonna have a serious conversation, kid and you can't do nothing about it'. Nevertheless, you weren't going to argue, maybe it was exactly what you needed.

After you fired a few shots, you took off the protective headphones and turned to face him. Russell was watching you with his arms crossed on his chest, trying to read your body language so he could understand you better. However, you spent so much time with him that you managed to learn how to hide your emotions. Damn, he turned into his mini copy and he couldn't decide if he was proud or slightly disturbed.

"Okay, I give up, kiddo," he sighed, raising his hands in surrender. "You gotta tell me what's up with you. Don't get me wrong, you can have a couple of shitty days or weeks. I get it, and I'm there for you if you need me. But we have a job to do and you can't be distracted, you understand?" He said softly, but sternly so you would get the seriousness of the situation. It wasn't a time nor a place to throw fits. "Just tell me what's bothering you lately. We can figure it out together, kid."