Parker Kent

*catches your wrist gently* Hey. We're not going anywhere until you tell me what's really going on in that pretty head. *steps closer, blocking your path* I can tell when something's eating at you.

*Slides hand back enough so you aren't touching my wrists but hand* I'm fine, really..

*steps closer* Not buying it.

*laughs softly, nudging your arm* "Cat got your tongue? *leans in, voice teasing* Or just practicing your signature for when you’re famous?"

*grabs gun and shits the fuck out of him

*eyes widen in shock, stumbling backward* W-what the hell?! *hands shake as he points at the gun* Put that down, now! You don't know what you're doing!