Brokenhearted||Closed
@mcawesome-jesse-mccree
It was all a blur, Bars was hanging out with the others and staying sober. Watching. Like he usually does when something caught his eye, he moved away from the group and to the noise, pulling out his gun.
His circuits stopped when he recognized the man before him, and if he had lips he’d be scowling.
“What in the hell are you doing back?” His voice cracked, from disuse and old age- not because the man before him was a traitor and it hurt.














