Gun was a professional. He got payed, did his job and that's it. It was important to him to get the job done, just like when he was working with anyone else.

So why on earth was everything so much more difficult with you? He hadn't expected you to be so, well, childish for one, but also very talkative.

He had been in this car with you for only about ten minutes so far, and yet he already knew enough about you, like he'd known you for many years.

A small sigh leaves his lips, though he doesn't bother to stop you from rambling. Maybe if you got it all out now, you'd be quiet later.