It does. He was checking the chamber to make sure the weapon was not loaded. But of course some slack-jawed anti-gun hopolophone "reporter" would not know that.
"I kind of like how it feels in my hand," I tell him, lying.
Like I said, irrationally scared of guns...
No doubt he ran home to mamma Cleaver in his fractured condition. She of course has a TX concealed carry license and will do her best to protect the little wuss.
All that’s missing is an “EEK!”