Different Auras, Same Feelings - McHanzo Short Story (Not being continued!)

"Paying" For Their Meal - Part One

 :Hanzo's POV:

"Oh my God, McCree..." I mutter as my hand runs down my face.
"What? I bought ye a meal, what's wrong with that?" The cowboy next to me replies. That's Jesse McCree. He's my friend, but he's also a fool. We have more than enough money to buy whatever meal we could ever want, and yet this is what he chooses to do...
"No you didn't, you went to two people that had just gotten their food and hadn't bitten into it yet, knocked them out and ran!" I argue back.
"...If it makes ye feel any better, they were gonna pay at the end of their meal, so I saved 'em paying for it!" He grins. I let out a long sigh and give up. There's no beating McCree when in an argument. He always has an aggravating and sarcastic response.

Instead of even trying, I just glare at him with my purely white eyes and begin to eat the dinner infront of me. Jesse does the same, and I can't lie, it is quite enjoyable. I still don't agree with the way we got here, but the moment is... Relaxing. At first. I'm a very slow eater, while McCree can scoff his food down in about half the time it takes me, and when he's done with something, he's gonna move onto the next, even if his friends aren't done. Which is exactly what he did.
"Hey, some fool's left their bag on a bench on accident. You know what that means."
"Jesse, please, I'm not even done eating..." I mutter to him. "And also, why do you even steal so often? Between the both of us, we are actually quite rich. You are commiting unneccesary crime."
To my surprise, he goes completely silent. No cocky response, no annoying smirk, just silence. At first I feel as if I've been placed into my own Heaven, but then I realise that this is McCree I'm with, and begin to feel concerned. Although he angers me greatly at times, and is always up to no good, a good example being while I'll be meditating and in thought he'll be in the room next door blasting Cotton Eye Joe at full volume like a brat, or if I'll be staying undercover with my demonic looks and he'll have his void black eyes completely on show like a fool, and if I will be paying for something and he'll be either stealing something else or threatening someone to give it to him... Despite all of that, I do care for him.

We've been working together as close friends for years now. He hasn't changed a bit, and I've become more open but I'm still fairly harsh with strangers. I try not to be, but I just don't feel like I can trust them. Honestly, Jesse's probably the only person I truly trust with my life. I don't know if that's because he's special or because I'm very reserved and quiet. But to be perfectly honest? I believe both of them. He's aggravating, yes, but he is also one of a kind. Unique, himself, and even if being him means only I am really his friend, he'll still do it, because he couldn't care less. I have to respect him for that. Infact, I find it to be honourable. And plus... As annoying as he can be, if you manage to catch him when he's actually calm and friendly, he's quite sweet and, well, cute... If given enough alcohol, maybe I'd spill out some more compliments, but not quite now. I'm taken out of my thoughts when I remember that the man I've just been internally calling cute is acting odd right now.

"You're silent. That's not like you. What's wrong." I ask, clearly not beating around the bush and wanting an answer.

"Ye want an honest answer about why I steal and cause havoc?"
"Yes, I do."
"Well, it's b'cause I feel that somethin' pushes me to do so."
Now this surprises me. The remainders of my meal stay there, because I've already moved from there and towards McCree, worried about his response, but eager to know more.