[Okay, well, the fucking rifle makes him jump a little, palms preemptively flying up before he realizes he's not the target. Caitlyn seems to be angry on his behalf, in fact, and he doesn't hate that.
[To her question, he can't help but respond - no, really.]
no subject
[To her question, he can't help but respond - no, really.]
I am a monster. You already know.
But no. I can't love anyone.