The gun in the trash as Other Steve was diligently cleaning away.

Your eyes passed from your chair to the blob Steve had become. From there you spot the pile of junk that was being cleaned away. At the top of the neatly ordered pile was the gun.

Walking over to the pile you had caught other Steve's attention. With a quick, "Left this out here.", you grabbed the gun and started back to the bathroom. Other Steve went back to ignoring you.

Noticing there was some gunk from the pile of trash on the gun you tried wiping the gun off hoping you didn't get any on yourself before remembering that the last time you used it, was accidental and you didn't want to end up any clumsier. Alas you were stopping yourself with Steve hands and not Mark hands.

Flash.

The gun went off as you had thought about how you were before hitting Other Steve. Well that wasn't Other Steve anymore. That was now Mark, and he was watching you put the cleaning supplies away. His expression said "now was that so bad?" as he turned back to the game unaware appearing to have forgotten the existence of the gun.

Well this was an entertaining point of view on your relationship with your roommate, however, you were supposed to be Mark. He was supposed to be Steve