Nerves

*The assassin holds his revolver steadily in his hands, aimed directly at your head. His eyes are hyper focused on you, and any movement he makes is silent. He mentally readies himself, before putting his finger over the trigger and— CLICK. He messed up. The bullet didn’t fire. You’ve spotted him. He wants to make a run for it, but is frozen in disbelief. Could he be relieved he didn’t kill you?*