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“Gotta be, these days. You could be, too, if you didn’t insist on wearing spurs everywhere.” He held up his hands in mock surrender. He knew Jesse could, he wasn’t going to debate that one.

His hands moved into his pockets, and he easily fell into step alongside the man. There was always some kind of small anxiety at being out and about, but a deal was a deal and he’d be insane to say ‘no’ to a spa. He made a noise at the comment Jesse made.

"So the speedo I brought is wasted, I’m guessing?“ He’d probably opt to die before wearing one of those, but joking about it was fair game. "Whatever the usual is there, I’ll go with. I’m not too familiar with spas, though.”

“Hey! I like the spurs. Don’t diss the spurs, old timer.’’ Jesse pouted, giving a huff as he kept up the hill. Sure they didn’t help him with stealth but that was always a Genji thing. He preferred just shootin his problems away.

“You with a speedo? Y’kiddin’ right? I think you’d rather die than put one on~” The cowboy teased with a snicker before shrugging some. “Jokin’ now! Hah! It’s gonna snow in hell.” He giggled like a schoolboy.

Thankfully the walk wasn’t too bad and it wasn’t long either till they came to the steps of the three open springs, mist around each with their natural heat and a gentle flowing waterfall that linked each spa together. McCree gave a playful bow, presenting the place to Jack as if he owned it.

‘‘Well? Watcha think? Pretty nice ain’t it?”

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He looked away as Jesse spoke. This had been what he’d expected. He knew he’d let people down. At first he’d justified his actions, told himself that his injuries and the temporary memory loss about the explosion from the blow across his head had stopped him. But he knew that wasn’t true. The memory loss cleared up after a few days, and by then he’d sewn himself up. He could have contacted them. Instead, he had wallowed in self-pity and alcohol.

And then? He’d hidden, like a coward, turned himself into someone else to avoid having to come face to face with what he’d done. He could have let them know; but would they have turned on him, fresh with bitterness and pain from the destruction of Overwatch? Unfair, he knew, but paranoia had become his stalwart companion for so many years now.

When McCree spoke again, Jack’s expression remained tense. He didn’t deserve that loyalty. Jesse had a life filled with strife, and Jack had only added to it. More than before, he wanted to leave, felt like this was a mistake. A warm home, Jesse’s kindness, it felt wrong. He wanted to go back to the fortified, broken base with its concrete walls and thick but cracked windows, and the entrances that worked too poorly to be quietly broken into by enemies. But he remained rooted.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. Know that doesn’t do much for what happened. Felt like it was the right decision.” He’d do it again. Maybe that was the most damning thing. That as sorry as he was, he wouldn’t change what he did. He was sorry for the hurt caused, for lying, but it was still the best decision in his mind. That cognitive dissonance had become far too comfortable. “That’s not your responsibility, and you don’t owe me anything, McCree. It’s my fault I am where I am- made it this far and I’ll keep making it after, comforts or no. You’ve been through hell just the same.” It sounded nice, to be taken care of after so long of being on the run and alone. But Jesse was also a wanted man, and he was one of those hurt by what happened. That, and as far as Jack was concerned, he didn’t deserve it. He stared at his food for a moment, but he finally took a bite of it.

“It might’ve been. Doesn’t hurt any less, Jack. And stop it. Just...stop. Don’t be sorry for your actions. It’s just a waste of time now. You aren’t saving nobody with regret. Only hurting yourself more. Trust me on that.” There was just no point. All he wanted was to move on with him. He was too tired. Too broken to care anymore. Jack was back. He was home. Nothing else mattered to him but that.

‘‘Jack for the love f’god. Shut up. I ain’t above punching the elderly.” He teased, clasping the other man on the shoulder. ‘‘Whats done is done yeah? Ain’t no reason to cry over spilled milk. I ain’t care ‘bout nothin’ else but havin’ you here and that is my responsibility be it you like it or not. I ain’t that ratty lil kid no more, partner. So please...stop. It’s fine. You’re fine. I’m fine. We start fresh...new. I’d like that at least.” He murmured, brushing a hand through his chestnut locks with a sigh.

Thankfully he got the memo and once he began to finally eat, a sigh of relief left the cowboys lips and in turn did he do the same. “Heh, if Ana was here she’d have darted your angsty ass hours ago~” He teased, wiggling an index flinger at the older soldier with a barked laugh, going right back to his normal self once their conversation could be changed. ‘’Why you so stiff all f’sudden? I ain’t mad old man. Christ on a poggo stick. Like ya got a whole goddamn oak tree stuck up your ass.’’ He teased, poking Morrison some playfully. “You’d think the shower would wash that shit out~”

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He paused his movements when that hand landed on Jesse’s gun, well aware that even tired Jesse could put a bullet in him. Then the man relaxed and Jack smiled as he walked the last few steps to get to him.

“I’m old, cowboy, takes me forever to get anywhere. Now, c’mon, late or not you promised me a spa.”

“Old and light on your goddamn feet...” Jess huffed as he shook his head. “‘Whistle or something Next time, I could've blown your had right off y‘know. And he meant that, his gun was one of the deadliest things this side of the planet and he was well aware how jumpy he was being on the run and hunted as he was.

Nonetheless he waved his elder to follow him up the hiking trail that went towards the hilltop, knowing the way by heart by now since he was no stranger to a cool dip. “So y’know how these hot springs work right? Ain’t afraid to let them old boys fly yeah~’’ He teased.

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“In his very repressed, restrained way, he’s clearly as besotted with Clara as he ever was. That line in Dark Water, ‘Do you think I care for you so little, that betraying me would make a difference?’ That’s about as close to ‘I love you’ as the Doctor can get.”

– Steven Moffat

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The laugh that Jack replied with was full, but he didn’t comment further. He didn’t exactly smell like spring roses, that was for certain.

Returning to see the cowboy set up by the window, he headed to him, hands in his pockets. Food sounded amazing by now (smelled good, too), and he was grateful for the other’s hospitality. Honestly, considering their previous interaction, he wouldn’t have been offended one bit if he’d only been able to shower then been out on his own again. Thinking of that, he worried about Jesse. The pain on the man’s face had been too clear, different from the jovial mask. It wasn’t easy news, and he worried the cowboy might do something foolish; hoped he didn’t.

The sardonic little grin that met flirtatious words only lasted a second, dulled by the question. Not in annoyance, but in an awkward feeling that snaked through him.

“Feeling a little out of place,” he finally said after some thought. He sat down across from Jesse, not touching the food yet. “Guess I feel a little… odd here. Every time I thought about reuniting with anyone from Overwatch, it’d be that person trying to beat the tar out of me for hiding who I was. Or some big argument. Assumed anyone who figured it out or confirmed it would be livid with me, think I was a coward or selfish. Guess I’m just not sure what to do with… all this.” he motioned to the food, to Jesse. He knew he was selfish. He knew they all deserved better. But he didn’t know if he could face them without something more concrete than the little he knew about the coup that destroyed Overwatch.

There was a beat of silence between them as the older man spoke up in a quiet confession. Ah. That made sense. “I was livid, Jack. I am.” He corrected in the present tense. “What you did to us...t’me. Was wrong. Ain’t no way around it. You betrayed our trust, my care for you. You turned your back on us...on me. You let me down.” Jesse whispered, as he stared down at his glass with a hollow chuckle. “But do you honestly think I care for you so little that hurting me like that would ever make a difference?” He’d flash Morrison a soft smile albeit a bit strained. “You’re family, Jack. You’re all I got left...you don’t turn back on family. Could stab me right now with a butter knife and I’d still go t’war for you. Die f’you. Because m’loyal. To a fualt. And I’m okay with that.”

The cowboy gave a weak shrug before pointing to Jack’s food and looking away once more. “Now eat up goddamnit. I worked hard on that.” He teased.

The brunette went quiet, his heart aching with his previous words. But his smile still stayed. The last thing he wanted was to scare him off. He almost did on that rooftop and he wasn’t about to lose him again. Jesse was scared. And it showed in the subtle cracks behind his laugh and the sparkle of his eyes. To be alone was the worst fate he had ever known. Furious be damned. He might never get his family back, but to hold onto something, someone was better than nothing and in all honesty, Jack needed someone too. It showed by how so taken aback he was to his sincere genorosity of care.

“The fact y’ain’t use to a civilized life means y’ain’t seen a good home in ages, old man. So f’once, let someone else look after ya fer a change.”

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“If I accuse you of anything, it’s not bein’ a damsel.” It’d run along the lines of attempting to charm Jack’s pants off (with no reports on how effective it was). He stood with Jesse, stretching and then shoving hands in his pockets.

“Think I can manage that,” he replied.

He’d spent most of the next day working, trying to nail down the lead in the area with little success. Much as he was a decent tracker, there was something to be said for someone who did not want to be caught. He’d been getting closer, but that wasn’t close enough for his liking. Close enough to threaten a particularly sloppy accomplice, however.

But then it was time to meet Jesse, and he’d closed down his base before he headed to their meeting spot, keeping up high and out of sight initially to avoid any suspicious onlookers.

By the time Jack made it to the outskirts of town, Jesse was half asleep waiting for him under a tree, totally slumped against a tree and drooling a little as he snored. It was only when Jack got closer did he fumble awake, alert and hand on his gun till he noticed it was just Jack walking up.

McCree relaxed, using that same hand to adjust the hat on his head with a sigh of relief and a quick wave in greeting. “Took your goddamn time old man! Good of you t’come on ‘round to join me. Almost figured ya ditched m’ass. Again.” He teased.

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“ Of course it’s an ambush, it’s hard to lay low when you’re Overwatch, or used to be. ”

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He listened without real desire to speak, pulse rifle set against the wall. He snorted a bit at the comment about it. The thing was useful, and he’d taken out more than a few Talon with it. But, he couldn’t disagree with Jesse. Peacekeeper was a powerful weapon, and Jesse had nigh-on supernatural aim.

He realized he hadn’t spoken yet, silent as Jesse spoke and bustled about and almost… discomforted by the domesticity of it all. Too long spent on the run and hiding. There was a new urge- one to back out and leave, to not investigate what this felt like, and not get comfortable here. But he couldn’t. The comforting drawl and warmth felt like a salve on his soul and he wasn’t going to bail on Jesse. He already felt terrible about nearly doing it before.

He scoffed at the jab, pulled from that brief reverie. The smirk on his lips showed he wasn’t much offended by the words.

“I’ll do that, but don’t go pretending you smell much better, McCree.” he replied, waving as he went to toss the bag into that guest room and then ducked into the shower. And it was good to be able to shower. But, much as he wanted to spend an hour getting clean, he couldn’t let himself do so. So he stepped out, grabbing one of his spare sets of clothes from his bag and moving back into the previous room looking far better than he had previously, but still a bit… out of place.

Jesse smirked playfully, wiggling his index finger at the older male with a huff as if he was offended by his accusation.

“Hey, hey! I smell amazin, pal! You take that back ya rat bastard! For yet information I take bubble baths every day!” The cowboy teased with a proud smirk. “Who here has the digs and who’s the other one who sleeps in abandoned houses hmm? I rest my case, hmpf.” With that and a chuckle, he watched the old soldier walk passed him to go get cleaned up...but he could still sense it. Something was off with the guy. He frowned, watching him go till the bathroom door closed.

When he returned, their food was ready, set up on plates on the kitchen widow by the stools. McCree waved at him, giving him a thumbs up for looking clean and less mangy mutt. “Lookin’ good sir, more so than usual~” Ever the flirt. “But permission to speak freely here....you doin’ okay Jack? You look more lost than an actual lost puppy.”

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