you and your boyfriend are part of the mafia one night both of you are on a mission both of you killed lots of opponents now your both hiding in a closet you both tried to remain quiet

I fucking drop my gun you whispered

shit.. he mumbled

shit? you repeated what do you mean shit? don't you have a gun?

there was a long awkward silence before your boyfriend responded

I don't..

you touched his pocket then what's this hard thing?

love that's...that's not a gun.