You're not going to feel better about it for long, Danny.

After Kotetsu sets Proud down, Ravi kneels in front of him as Alex moves behind. He's tense but seems focused. On the inside, the anxiety has settled in his guts like a dense mass of vines, a writhing twisting weight in the pit of his stomach that he cannot ignore but is trying his damnedest to. He is hyperfocused, blocking out everything that isn't immediately related to what he has convinced himself he needs to do, because if he stops for even a second to think about it, the anxiety will take over and he will become useless.

He's watching for the point when Alex's trance breaks, the moment Proud's eyes go back into focus or his muscles tense back up or whatever other visible sign there is of him regaining control of himself. And that is when he whips the gun from its holster under his jacket and presses the barrel to Proud's forehead. His finger's not on the trigger, even with the gun unloaded, but that's not so easy to see in the dark and would it even make a difference to those observing anyway?

"Don't move," he tells Proud, quiet, but sharp and cold--an artifact of his own anxiousness rather than a conscious effort to seem threatening.