[He's a walking lasagna with a face, August, take three guesses.]

Mmhmm.

[He doesn't believe that for a second and it comes through in his voice.

...

But there's a beat, in which he forces himself to exhale slowly, to get his thoughts in order even as he keeps his eyes towards the table and now at Rean.]

I'm not gonna pull my weapon at him again. He freaked me out the first time. Lost my nerve.

I know that makes for a kind of bullshit apology, but... [He shrugs, absently rubbing at his mouth with his hand.] I don't plan on repeating that.