[McCree's been isolated for so long it takes him a few moments to realize 76 is asking for a smoke. Figures he would. McCree certainly feels less inclined to share after their method of reuniting but it's also for that same reason he eventually passes the cigar over. He can have a little. For all he knew this would be the last time he'd ever see his former sorta commander ever again.]
You sure fall back into old habits real quick.
[He thinks about adding a line about how he doesn't have a leash on him anymore and shouldn't act like it but that'd be giving Overwatch entirely too much credit to begin with in his eyes. All in the past anyway. His head tilts up admiring how dark the sky gets out in the middle of nowhere. Well, close enough to nowhere for now; Dorado's lights aren't that far off which makes for only moderate stargazing. He doesn't have much time to get too pensive about it, thankfully.
It's thanks to his incredibly quick reflexes and hand-eye coordination that he catches the face mask despite only paying half attention. He frowns as 76 finds new and creative ways to boss him around and McCree thinks about throwing it right back at him entirely out of spite.
But. He kinda broke it in the first place.]
Can't do it yourself?
[Half-asked and mostly grumbled begrudgingly. He'd figure Jack as the resourceful type--the frighteningly resourceful type with all his military background--but if he's on the run he might be lacking in some or the other of that. Maybe that's why he followed McCree out here in the first place. He's not about to ask and instead relents to the mask. He did a number on it for sure. By contrast the hands that did the most damage are now handling it with great care as he turns it over.
McCree's resourcefulness shouldn't be underestimated either, especially not when he has his own bionic arm to take care of. Still, he's already made an assessment before it was ever in his hands.]
no subject
You sure fall back into old habits real quick.
[He thinks about adding a line about how he doesn't have a leash on him anymore and shouldn't act like it but that'd be giving Overwatch entirely too much credit to begin with in his eyes. All in the past anyway. His head tilts up admiring how dark the sky gets out in the middle of nowhere. Well, close enough to nowhere for now; Dorado's lights aren't that far off which makes for only moderate stargazing. He doesn't have much time to get too pensive about it, thankfully.
It's thanks to his incredibly quick reflexes and hand-eye coordination that he catches the face mask despite only paying half attention. He frowns as 76 finds new and creative ways to boss him around and McCree thinks about throwing it right back at him entirely out of spite.
But. He kinda broke it in the first place.]
Can't do it yourself?
[Half-asked and mostly grumbled begrudgingly. He'd figure Jack as the resourceful type--the frighteningly resourceful type with all his military background--but if he's on the run he might be lacking in some or the other of that. Maybe that's why he followed McCree out here in the first place. He's not about to ask and instead relents to the mask. He did a number on it for sure. By contrast the hands that did the most damage are now handling it with great care as he turns it over.
McCree's resourcefulness shouldn't be underestimated either, especially not when he has his own bionic arm to take care of. Still, he's already made an assessment before it was ever in his hands.]
This ain't fixable here and now, you know that?