Wednesday I took Clueless target shooting. He was sober and well behaved, though a bit disappointed that I hadn't brought anything bigger than .22 caliber. He is a bit better shot than I remembered him being, though that isn't saying much. He never asked me about getting the guns back, and he was happy and well behaved enough that I didn't want to initiate the inevitably unpleasant discussion.
I did manage to inhale enough powder to be sick today, though, in spite of wearing a dust mask. (And wearing a dusk mask makes the shooting harder, in addition to REALLY screwing up the Machismo of the whole thing.)
In the end I when some 26 hours without sleep, ended up sick, and am no closer to a resolution with Cluless... Rah.