Gavin could feel his hair turning silver already. The killer had always stressed him out a ton, but now that he knew Jimmy was hiding things from him he felt like he was just days away from the grave. Wiping the last of the blood from his hands, he stepped out into the living room. The younger man was curled up on the couch, a plate of pancakes in his hands. Gavin could tell just by his face that Jimmy was upset. Taking a couple minutes to eat, he stood.

"I'm gonna have a smoke and then I'll be back, ok Casket?" 

"Ok."

Gavin slipped on his shoes, shuffling outside. He was about to light a cigarette when he noticed something was off about his truck. Walking around the back, he gasped. The bed was covered in dents and scratches. Rage gripped every bone in his body. Gavin could feel his hands starting to heat up already.

"Jimmy! Get out here right now!" he yelled. The American soon appeared in the doorway, his eyes huge. Gavin knew he was gonna try and run, so he grabbed him before he could. Jimmy screeched as he dragged him over to the car. 

"I'm really, really sorry! I didn't mean to do it, it just happened!" 

"I don't care if it was an accident or not, you little bastard! You're going to fix this!" 

"I can't, I don't know how!" Jimmy whimpered.

"I'll tell you how. Go inside." 

Gavin watched if Jimmy ran off. He took a deep breath, trying as hard as he could not to freak out. As weird as it sounded, he really loved his truck. It was his most prized possession. He reached forward, carefully feeling the scratches. Much to his relief, they didn't feel too deep. A bit of touch up paint would likely do the trick. Luckily for Jimmy, he had some in the garage. Gavin went back in the house. The smaller man was pacing around the room, the fear in his eyes obvious. 

"I'm so sorry, Gav. Please don't kill me." he begged. Gavin rolled his eyes. 

"I'm not going to kill you, twit. How many times do I have to tell you that? Like I said, you're going to be fixing it. Come with me."

Jimmy did as he was told. Gavin took him to the garage, grabbing the paint as well as a few other things. He led him back out to the truck. Despite wanting to shoot his face off, Gavin showed Jimmy how to use each tool. He answered all his questions. Watching the killer pop the first dent out, he opened up a lawn chair before finally lighting his long awaited cigarette. Gavin fully intended on sitting there until every single imperfection was fixed. He leaned back, watching as Jimmy did his best. Fortunately, it seemed that his best would be enough. It was already starting to look much better. Gavin forced himself to relax the best he could, his gaze shifting between the his friend and the cars that went by. He soon felt his hands begin to cool down. Just as he was about to finish his cigarette, he noticed that he had seen the same car go by no less than three times. It was sketchy as hell to say the least. He had just decided to ignore it when it went by once more. Gavin watched where it went this time. As soon as it rounded the corner he stood, grabbing Jimmy by the arm. The younger man frowned, setting down the tool he was using. 

"What's wrong, Gav?" 

"We're being watched. We need to go inside now." Gavin ordered. Jimmy didn't say a word, following him inside. As soon as they got inside he locked the door and closed all the curtains. He turned to see that Jimmy was now looking around frantically, seemingly searching for something. He had a far away look in his eyes.

"... where is it?" he muttered. 

"Where's what?" 

"My knife. I need it." 

Gavin shook his head.

"Listen to me, Jimmy. You don't need your knife because we're not gonna be fighting anyone. Whoever those people are, I'm sure they'll go away. Just-... try to calm down." he sighed. Jimmy gave him a small nod.

"Ok, I'll try." 

Gavin gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder before walking over to the window, peeking between the blinds. He couldn't help but feel panicked when he saw that he car was parked right outside their house now, and standing next to it were two fully armed police officers. He had no idea how they recognized them, but they did. Gavin took a step back, taking a shaky breath. He had to think of something fast.