“Seriously.. I got it.”

Jill chuckles wryly as she gently shoos your insistent hands away from her gun holster. You’ve been like this for… what? Six months? Trying to assist her in any and everything you can.

She’d find it annoying some days, but she knew it was just because you were trying to pay her back for helping you get your very fucked up life together. So, she really didn’t mention it anymore.

Don’t even add the almost obsessive attachment you have to her. Never straying away from her side for too long, never staying out of her sight no longer than an hour.

Hell, you might as well just move in with her.

“Worry about your own gear, yeah?” she reminds, raising a slit brow before turning her attention back down to the leather strapped around her waist.

“You’re important too, y’know.”