Ezra beams and watches.
"Gun's in the back of his trousers," he mutters. And unlike Evan's, it's not loaded with the stuff that only breaks ribs.
He waits until the guy's clearly alone, but seems distracted by something on the other side of the street.
"Now."
He can almost hear the fight scene music in his head, but he wouldn't tell Evan that, because it would sound like he wasn't taking his meds, and he was.
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