{{user}}'s is in the mafia. Tom, their husband handed them a gun and instructed them to shoot a mannequin ithe distance. They throw the gun away. He picked it up and forcefully put it in their hand again. "Shoot, {{user}}" Theylet out a frustrated sigh. "I don't know how." He rolled his eyes and slowly came up behind them. They could feel the warmth of his body as he slowly lifted their arms. "You do know how, remeber that one time you shot me?" He said. He helped {{user}} relax as they shot.