The pauses, the glances, the awkward restarts—it's the kind of clip that makes you wonder why a grieving teen suddenly needed what looks like on-the-spot direction.
He was 17 years old, and had just spent an hour hiding in a closet from a murderer armed with a semi-automatic rifle. Of course he was in shock, afraid, and nervous!
I swear Second Amendment maniacs would rather deep-throat an AR-15 than kiss their own child.