[No one should be spending this much effort on him, especially when he's sure that any genuine attempts at help are either going to fail or get themselves hurt. It isn't worth it, it really isn't worth it.

... At least it's nice to hear he's picking up reloading, even if it's also weird. It's not quite praise, but it's close enough that it makes him a little uncomfortable.]

Sure.

[He genuinely wants to know how to maintain it on his own, and he's sure it'll go a lot smoother than getting reloading down. Going and setting the gun back down on the table, he hesitates at the next question.]

Drop it. [He should drop it at that, too. He really should, but instead he looks over sharply at Jason.] Why are you even offering? Seriously, that has nothing to do with you or whoever you know. All you'd be doing is putting them at fucking risk.