[He peels off his jacket like McCree isn't even there, revealing the tight undershirt once again, though this time he doesn't take off the chest armor. 76 rolls up the sleeve and takes off his glove, hissing a little as he touches the graze and tries to wipe away some of the blood.
McCree's eyes burn through him--he can feel it, but he doesn't acknowledge it. He digs around in one of his pouches instead, pulling out what seems to be first aid supplies.
There's a long, excruciating silence as he cleans the wound and bandages it. Eventually, he speaks up in reference to the metal wrist he just broke, like he's only now realizing that he did it.]
We can take a look at that tomorrow.
[When it's light out. 76 still sounds infuriatingly casual about the whole thing, like McCree definitely should have known better. He still doesn't seem to want to address the other elephant in the room.]
I told you I ain't who you knew.
[Perhaps that sounds a little despondent. Maybe it's the closest thing to an apology that McCree will get.]
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McCree's eyes burn through him--he can feel it, but he doesn't acknowledge it. He digs around in one of his pouches instead, pulling out what seems to be first aid supplies.
There's a long, excruciating silence as he cleans the wound and bandages it. Eventually, he speaks up in reference to the metal wrist he just broke, like he's only now realizing that he did it.]
We can take a look at that tomorrow.
[When it's light out. 76 still sounds infuriatingly casual about the whole thing, like McCree definitely should have known better. He still doesn't seem to want to address the other elephant in the room.]
I told you I ain't who you knew.
[Perhaps that sounds a little despondent. Maybe it's the closest thing to an apology that McCree will get.]