[The hat lifts at the sound of voices and McCree's eyes give Jack a quick once-over and then pass before settling on Reyes. He recognizes the voice. Recognizes the man. Incredibly hard not to when Reyes was in the pit and they were going at it like they both had everything to lose.
Here sat Jesse McCree, 'kid' as he was probably going to be called now, the one who lost. Certainly not without a hell of a fight. McCree cranes his head and looks for any obvious wounds he might have left on the other man. Any grasp of an ego he could take with him to keep company in this stupid cell.
Clack... Clack...
But lord, these two fellows were night and day. Good cop and bad cop, the cliche right down to blondie using his first name while the other demeans him with a cute pet name. He would laugh but only gets as far as a slow smirk before the cuts on his lips and the bruise under his eye reminds him they're there.
Clack.]
Now what, oh what, would the illustrious Overwatch want to talk about with little ol' me?
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Here sat Jesse McCree, 'kid' as he was probably going to be called now, the one who lost. Certainly not without a hell of a fight. McCree cranes his head and looks for any obvious wounds he might have left on the other man. Any grasp of an ego he could take with him to keep company in this stupid cell.
Clack... Clack...
But lord, these two fellows were night and day. Good cop and bad cop, the cliche right down to blondie using his first name while the other demeans him with a cute pet name. He would laugh but only gets as far as a slow smirk before the cuts on his lips and the bruise under his eye reminds him they're there.
Clack.]
Now what, oh what, would the illustrious Overwatch want to talk about with little ol' me?