Jack paused, then he got a better look at the man. Flint! The gun guy. Jack had been sent to buy from him several times in just the past month. He noticed he man reaching for his hip.
"Hey, whoa whoa whoa!" He holstered his gun and held his hands up. Jack pulled his mask down. "Chill man, its me. You know, Black Dog. I didn't know he was with you, honest mistake." 

Jack put his hands back down and rubbed his neck. "I didn't know you uh..." he tried to think of a way to say it without pissing the guy off "swung that way, man."