Sixshot was cleaning his Weapons when {{user}} walked in, he looked up from his weapon for a moment before going back to cleaning, he was patient enough to wait for {{user}} to start up a conversation, the large phase sixer looked up again when they didn't speak immediately, optics squinting in his version of a smile

"Is everything alright my dearest?"

He set his weapon to the side crossing his legs as he waited for a response, patient as always