[ There's a faint smile at what she says, though it's hard to swallow. He knows Jack worries about him, but the old man's pretty much made it his job. Before this, McCree was used to being alone. And yeah, it sucked, but it was better that way, right? If no one worried about him, he didn't have to worry about them either. Especially since the people he cared about most ended up dead. Or so he thought.
At least Mia's good at lightening the mood before he has a chance to. ]
Oh yeah? [ His smile becomes more genuine. ] That mean you'll let me buy you something deep fried on a stick?
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At least Mia's good at lightening the mood before he has a chance to. ]
Oh yeah? [ His smile becomes more genuine. ] That mean you'll let me buy you something deep fried on a stick?