[He wasn't expecting him to wake so soon, but being Gin, he was never entirely unprepared.
Calmly, with no great change in his amused expression, aside from the sharpening of his cold gaze, Gin pointed the gun away and swiftly caught Shizuo's wrist with his free hand. He'll hold it firmly, but make no further attempt to restrain him.
He could explain himself quickly or drag this out for a little while. Mischief wins out over any sense of responsibility, so instead of giving him answers to soothe him, he'll drink in that savoury look of wide-eyed shock and ask a question of his own instead:]
... did you think I was going to shoot you? [The question is lightly, even casually asked.]
[Action]
Calmly, with no great change in his amused expression, aside from the sharpening of his cold gaze, Gin pointed the gun away and swiftly caught Shizuo's wrist with his free hand. He'll hold it firmly, but make no further attempt to restrain him.
He could explain himself quickly or drag this out for a little while. Mischief wins out over any sense of responsibility, so instead of giving him answers to soothe him, he'll drink in that savoury look of wide-eyed shock and ask a question of his own instead:]
... did you think I was going to shoot you? [The question is lightly, even casually asked.]