Yeah, the way that Sparkle tightened his grip and made a whimpering sound of protest probably suggested about as much.

"I got it using money I found on the street out of a fucking vending machine," he protested, right into Alec's shoulder. "A five year old could very literally do it themselves and get something meaner. You are not fucking going back in there, Alec. S'not worth it."

Who knew how many more of those things were in the back room? They hadn't come out at the sound of gunfire, but that hardly meant anything. They weren't exactly anything approaching sane. Maybe some other idiot would wander in there unarmed or something and be relieved to find a weapon on the floor.

Yes, Sparkle was going to use hypotheticals in order to help himself sleep easier at night.