Phil pulled back, gun still tight in his grip. He felt to make sure the safety was on. "Jesus Christ, Clint. No, I'm not going to shoot you."

He pulled the clip out of the gun. "What are you even thinking? What happened? Sit down and talk."

Phil was pretty sure that he deserved some talking, at the very least. Not seeing someone for years an then having them show up asking to be shot? Yeah, that needed some explaining. A lot of explaining, really. A whole mess of it, especially when it came with sentences like I ate my brother like that made any fucking sense.

"Maybe start at the beginning."