Why do I imagine someone coming into the room, and being like,
"Percy... Why is your gun sitting right beside you?"
"Uhh, no reason...Gotta be prepared if cons break in." Then the other person nods and leaves, and Percy's just like,
"I' so lonely." *hugs gun* "You are the only thing I have left."
*in the background* ~Hello darkness my old friend~
(fabulous picture by the way)