Duo let his hands glide down Wufei's sides to rest comfortably on his hips, thumbs lazily stroking while he leaned back and listened to Wufei talk.

Until he got to that part...

Duo's smile fell and his eyes moved from Wufei's face down to his chest. Without really meaning to, a hand had also lifted until he could press his palm to his chest, over where he would assume a shot like that could have hit. He felt cold. An armour-piercing round was a death sentence... Duo was very proud of himself for now calmly he was taking this news.

"... You were shot...? Lets hope it was a fucking dream," Because if not, if that was real, if Wufei ever went back to that point...

The hand on Wufei's hip tightened just a little.