The two of you were out together. Gun said he just felt like it, but it was obvious he was on guard, though when was he not.

While you walked around happily, wandering from place to place whenever you saw something interesting, he stayed back, his arms crossed and his face serious as if he was your bodyguard, not boyfriend.

He still disliked that word, didn't matter how many times you used it. To him, it was almost childish. He much preferred the word partner or lover.

Gun continued to walk at a slower pace than you, scanning his surroundings out of habit, to make sure you were safe.