•call me out

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Howdy y'all, come in and get your good good cowboy threads.

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[al3dalah]

[She could read between the lines, yes... but that didn't mean that she liked the answer. They'd already lost enough of their family. First her mother; then Jack and Gabriel. Then Overwatch disbanded entirely, and it had been heart-wrenching to watch everyone go their separate ways... To watch her family get torn up like that.]

True. You're the worst at staying out of trouble. [The agreement is a grudging one, but she's not ready to not be sore at him. Even if she missed his dumb cowboy charm.] Which is why you should have called. You know any of us would have come to help you. [At least, she would have. In a heartbeat.]

[jinglejangle]

[He knows they would have, and that's the worst part. Overwatch was the closest thing McCree had to a family - Deadlock had been good, had been a home, but it hadn't been much of a family. Not the way Overwatch had been. There weren't people like Reinhardt, or Ana, or Gabriel in Deadlock.

And that's the problem.]

Y'all shouldn't be gettin' your hands dirty for me.

[al3dalah]

[There it is. That's the Jesse she remembered. The one that always thought so highly of them, but never seemed to notice how brightly he shone, too. Pharah exhales a sigh, wrapping her hands around her drink when it's delivered. The one she said she wasn't going to drink... The one she brings to her lips and takes a gulp of because she doesn't know what else to do with this man.]

And we're supposed to let you dirty yours instead? [A beat of silence.] That's not how family works, Jesse. And you know it.