@bcmwhat from here
he was exasperated. he wanted NOTHING to do with the gun, in all honesty. but someone had left it in the flower pot near his apartment complex. and before he could REMOVE it and DISPOSE of it properly, she had seen him. and they had ended up HERE, in his apartment, with him nervously pacing back and forth as the other spoke. he located a knife, and returned to the table, setting it down on the table gently despite his shaking hands. “ i think it could be a threat. “ he finally responded, placing his head in his hands, finally taking a GOOD LOOK at the girl. huh. she looked REMARKABLY like olivia. “ i just want it taken care of and gone. “ carefully, he slid the knife, handle first, to her. he was glad SHE was scratching the number off. his hands were shaking too bad. weak. he wanted his HANDS to stop, wanted his father’s voice to leave his brain. so he broached the only subject he could. “ you do you--- uh know olivia, by any chance? you look VERY--- well--- i guess that is besides the point. “