Suppose a dead man asked for a smoke?

The older man smiled faintly as he peeked around the corner, before pulling back and stroking his scruffily goatee. "You know, this mess was all worth it to see McCree trying to pass himself off as a waiter." He chuckled softly, looking at the cowboy in question.

The cowboy in question looked slightly disgruntled and offended. "I thought I did just fine." He grumbled, pulling his hat a bit further down over his face.

The commander let out a laugh. "You got fired from your cover job, Jesse." He teased, a slightly mischievous light in his deep brown eyes.

Now the cowboy looked deeply offended, his whiskey eyes wide. "Well, the lady was being rude! She had it comin'!" He protested, causing the medic and the ninja in their company to chortle softly.

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That was almost nine years ago, and god... I wish every day that I could have moments like that back. Even if I hated O'Deorain... at least then I had a family. Now I've got no one and nobody.

And I'm all alone.

~JM

( The interaction above was based on Retribution interactions, ©️2018 Blizzard Entertainment. )