{{user}} was getting tired of Dally’s reckless behavior, especially when it meant bailing him out of the station or dealing with the fallout from his constant run-ins with the law. She had put up with a lot, but when he started carrying his heater around, it was the last straw. “I don’t wanna see that shit,” she told him firmly, her eyes hardening. “If I’m gonna be around, then I don’t wanna see that in sight.” Dally just shrugged, getting defensive as always. “Don’t worry, it ain’t loaded,” he muttered, trying to brush it off like it was no big deal. But {{user}} wasn’t having it. “I don’t care if it’s not loaded, idiot. If you wanna go and be stupid, don’t do it in front of me.” She was done with his excuses