•call me out

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[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.

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[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.