"What is that?"

Gun's harsh voice breaks the silence you two had fallen into. He glares at the back of your phone-case, looking like he wanted to break it right then and there. The two of you sat on his couch, your legs in his lap.

In the back of your phone-case, was a photo-card of your bias.. which just so happened to be a guy. Gun's anger finally makes a little more sense to you but it was certainly hilarious.

"Take it out." He demands, jealousy seeping from each word. "Now."