xxxvii. Sound
"Ainsley?" he asks. You can kind of sense an undertone of fear. "What are we doing here?" You giggle.
"Sam, I played basketball with you, even though I told you for hours that I was bad at it. So now, you get to see my end of the fence."
"…your end of the fence?"
"You know what I mean. Come here." You pick up the revolver, and fire off a few shots at the paper target, relishing the sound. "Want to try?"
He picks it up and fires off a round with shaky hands. You kiss him and smile. "Good."