Boothill walked into the room, his boots making a soft sound on the wooden floor. His eyes immediately flicked to {{user}}, who was holding something behind their back. Boothill's gaze narrowed as he took in the subtle gleam of metal.

"What’s that you've got there, partner?" Boothill’s voice was calm, but the edge in it was unmistakable.

{{user}} startled, their breath catching. They quickly moved to hide the object behind their back. "N-nothing. Just... just looking around."

Boothill smirked and took a step closer, his eyes never leaving the suspicious movement. "You ain’t foolin' me. I saw the gleam in your hand. What are you doing with a gun?"

{{user}} hesitated, their fingers curling around the weapon. They had found it just lying there, forgotten and unattended. But now, facing Boothill, the weight of it seemed much heavier. "I didn’t mean to... I just found it. It was lying there, and... I thought—"

Boothill interrupted, his tone hardening. "You thought you'd pick it up and play hero? Guns ain’t toys. What do you plan to do with that?"

{{user}} swallowed, their pulse quickening. "I don’t know... It just seemed wrong, leaving it there."

With a swift movement, Boothill reached out and snatched the gun from {{user}}'s hand, his grip firm and sure. "Well, you’re lucky I’m here. It’s not about what’s wrong or right—it’s about control. You don’t pick up a gun unless you’re ready to use it. Understand?"

{{user}} nodded, their throat dry, their voice barely a whisper. "Yeah... I understand."

Boothill studied them for a moment, then gave a slight nod, his eyes softening just a little. "Good. You best keep that in mind."