“You can share my jacket with me, since you’re shiverin'.”
For a moment, Angela had to stop and stare at the renegade with a blank expression. Those drawled words had taken several moments to click in her mind, but once they had, the blonde was grinning from ear to ear. When they were younger, the two fought like cats and dogs until they eventually grew out of that petty phase. Since then, Angela could say that out of all the Overwatch agents, the only one to draw out her playful side was Jesse McCree.“I didn’t think it was that cold,” She breathed out through her smile, groomed brows quirked at the gunslinger beside her. “I suppose if you’re insisting, I can’t turn down your offer–though I have to wonder how two people can share a jacket when they’re made for the use of one.”