Raven sighed a little as he carefully handed it back to Wolfe.

Wolfe didn't take it, "It's yours," he replied.

Raven blinked, glancing down at it again. It wasn't clear how happy he was about it.

Wolfe handed Raven the safety holster.

Raven slowly took it, looking at the both of them. Then he put the gun in the holster and put it on. It might have looked good on him - If the gun wasn't so small. As it was, it looked a little awkward. But maybe he'd be able to pull it off someday.

"You could tuck it into your belt," Wolfe offered after a moment.

Raven looked a little afraid it might go off if he did that. "... Does it look weird?" he asked.

Wolfe silence was answer enough.

Raven sighed a little as he tucked the gun in his belt carefully. It was a little better. Sorta. "... It won't go off, right?" he clarified.

Wolfe shook his head.

Raven still seemed uneasy about it as he angled the tip of the gun away from his groin.

A cough snuck it's way out of Wolfe's mouth.

Raven blushed a little. "... Don't make me use this," he warned, but the threat was empty.

Wolfe sighed a little, the hint of laughter quickly dying as he turned away and was lost in thought again.

Raven didn't say anything as he got over it and went over to put the chair back.

It looked like Wolfe was leaving the Juttle.