Neal shrugged and shook his head, looking down again. "I'm good with them. Know the practicalities of how to handle one."

His throat felt tight. "I just. I've been saved by them before. More than once. Peter's shot people to protect me. But I've never been able to pull the trigger myself when it's something alive on the other side of the barrel."

It was more complicated than that, but these things always were.