He appreciated her APPROVAL, he could only imagine how hard things were on the remaining agents at the brink of it all—knowing that Jack and Gabe were headed down paths of misdirections he didn’t want to be apart of. ( he’s already been on the receiving end of shit ending up bad. he didn’t like the idea of witnessing an encore ) Perhaps there was a necessary guilt, being not only the commander’s lead dog in all things but knowing how SCATTERED the rest of the agents were in result.
McCree had plenty of run ins with Talon as the years went on, scrapes and scuffles between the train heists and casino infiltrations. He wasn’t dumb enough to forget how strict Gabe ran their ship. It was ENGRAINED in the muscle; through years of hard work, plenty of blood and all his frustrations that shit was beat into him to a point he’d never forget it. He saw some of that same rigor in those agents. But without the clear cut guidance they all had been pressed with.
Fingers ran along the side of the mug, his mind in spells of old REUNIONS with other agents who had the same mixed review of how to greet him—a deserter but a friend. Jesse was at least grateful they were kind enough not to blame him.
“Yeah, I’ll bet.” He takes a drink, ignoring the heat that finally SINGED his tongue and drops hi hat into his lap, fingers card through the crown of wild and unkempt hair as he rolls his neck across his shoulders. “I don’t exactly get welcomed with…open arms much. People ain’t too happy that I left soon after Genji, an’ well…I don’t blame anyone. I wasn’t good goin’ in an’ I didn’t keep that way comin’ out. I imagine us Blackwatch brats ain’t have it good once we got smoked out of the underground. Didn’t help when we lost sight of Gabe…fuck, who knows where he is…” ( he had an idea. and he didn’t like it. )
ATTENTIVELY , AYITA LISTENS frown tugs at the corner of her mouth . though gaze still remains fixated ‘pon the stars above , every word mccree utters gives weight . his experiences much different than her own . though when overwatch disbanded , she remained stubbornly so until urged to leave , fearing the world’s rejection . how the media portrayed her as a wild , unstable woman with uncontrollable abilities . a danger to society . overwatch her only haven other than the ranch back in oklahoma ; and she... couldn’t go there . not like this .
❛❛ no clue... haven’t seen gabe in... god , it’s been ages . ❜❜ years between now and the memories . distant but prevalent . memories a large part in convincing her to rejoin ; nostalgia recalling a sense of comfort and safety with the crew around again - particularly angela , seeing as she’s been a saint when dealing with the instability . reluctantly , eyes tear away from the blacked void above , looking to company with an inquisitive gaze , nose scrunched .
❛❛ not that it’s any of my business but... what convinced you to come back ? i mean , winston complained about how... difficult it was to reach you . ❜❜ not that she blames him , completely understanding of the circumstance as it affected her as well - however different . curiosity kills the cat , they say . and truthfully , that’s all that fuels her questions ; no malice or judgement . surely he’s experienced enough of that already and she’ll do her best not to be grouped among the people that ignorantly discern without true facts . ayita smiles , now sitting upon her knees , shuffling a bit closer . ❛❛ he sulked , you know . ❜❜
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