Every movement's worth watching, as far as Blake's concerned. Will knows how much can be gleaned about a person just from observation alone — lord knows he's used the very same tacit skill on Blake more than a few times, an impressive feat considering they haven't really shared all that much time together — so he shouldn't be all that disturbed to have John taking that option.

He repeats Will's words in his head, offering a gentle nod in acknowledgement. "Not 'cause you're expectin' to use that damn thing?" He feels it's prudent to ask; every deviation from the norm is worth a second glance. Add in his own distaste (less for the firearm and more for what its use might eventually suggest) and it becomes obvious that he'd much rather avoid the taste of gunpowder and the bite of recoil and the flood memories gained from target practice.

Before Will can answer, John lets out a careful breath and interrupts, "—Don't gotta answer that. Just... a bit on edge, that's all. Here's hopin' you don't gotta use it, that's what I shoulda said.

"That, and... sorry. For bein' an ass a coupla weeks back." Straight and to the point. He can have a lighter touch, but in this case, he doesn't feel it's necessary. Coincidentally, this is why he was better off when he didn't involve himself with people; things were considerably easier when he kept to himself.