Tim froze on the spot.
He looked back and saw Leo standing not too far from him with his golden pistol still in his hand. His deep red iris flashed with murderous intent that made his stomach feel twisted.
Just like Clara, Tim felt guilt consumed his entire being. He had always thought of Leo to be a foolish man, due to how he tried to tolerate everyone, instead of using violence on them.
Now he realises how much he prefers that foolish man than this present one.
Keeping the gun at the back of his trousers, "Take care of it. I need to get my arm treated." Leo said to the still-stunned Tim and began to walk away.
'He still hasn't snapped out of the fear of nearly losing Mick.' Tim thought with his heart feeling like it is being squeezed hard.
Taking quick steps, he followed him.
