Salvatore stood calmly, smoking as he watched Milo.
Milo grumbled each time he missed the target. The last time he had held a gun, he had felt confident in his ability to shoot. But now it seemed like he needed to start all over again.
Salvatore didn't say anything. He didn't scold him, just let him do whatever he wanted.
He hadn't expected Milo to be here at all, not at this hour, not with that look on his face, that tight, determined expression that didn't quite hide how shaken the young man still was.
But on the other side of it, he could see how serious Milo was, and that made him grin quietly to himself. Especially each time Milo let out one of those heavy, frustrated sighs.
Time passed quickly, and it was already an hour. Milo had actually hit the target many times by then. But he didn't stop.
"All right, enough," said Salvatore.
Milo lowered the gun and looked at the man. "Did I make any progress?"
"Yes," said Salvatore. "You're doing better."
