George's finger hovers over the trigger, and then he lets out a breath, gun lowering. "I can't. I just can't do it," he murmurs, voice shaking slightly.
Suddenly, Lennie turns his head and sees the gun pointed to his head. He lets out a fearful cry, falling back and George jerks away, eyes wide. "Wha are you doin' George? Wha' you doin' with that gun?!" Lennie yells, eyes looking wild, like a cornered animal.