As soon as he makes it back to his tent, Hanzo almost finds the impulse to turn around and leave again: McCree is sitting up, looking contemplative, watching him. He knows the look in the larger man's eyes, calculating, smarter than he ever acts. Processing something.
"Why are you awake?" Hanzo snaps instead, as if he's deeply offended that McCree isn't asleep.
"Heard you chattin' up Mei is all," McCree responds, shrugging. "You been in a tiff since earler in the evening."
"It's nothing." Hanzo wishes he could convince himself of that.
McCree sighs and says, "Horse shit. Look, c'mere. Sit down."
For a moment, Hanzo wants to argue, wants to tell him to mind his own business. The fight in him dissipates and he lets out an angry sigh, only furious with himself. McCree has not wronged him, hasn't all day, and he knows he's being unreasonable, but hasn't the ability to say why. He doesn't want to think about it.
He is afraid.
Eventually, Hanzo slowly sinks to sit next to McCree, frowning to himself. The gunman is resting a hand to his shoulder, guiding him down. For a moment, Hanzo resists, and knows that if he continued to do so McCree would release him. Eventually, he lets himself be guided down, hesitantly resting his head in McCree's lap.
Nothing is demanded of him. Fingers are slowly combing through Hanzo's hair, and the archer freezes.
"I ain't gonna hurt you." McCree doesn't sound tired or exasperated, simply trying to ease Hanzo's fears.
"I know that."
"Yeah?" McCree tucks hair behind Hanzo's ear. "Mind if I ask why you act like I'm gonna bite you, then?"
Hanzo closes his eyes, then shakes his head.
"All right."
"McCree," Hanzo says, feeling a lump in his throat.
"Mm?"
"Why are you in Overwatch?"
"Huh." McCree gently scratches Hanzo at the scalp. "Funny question. You know my file, yeah?"
Hanzo shrugs. "I have read it."
"Then I s'pose I'll clarify. Time that I spent in the Deadlock Gang, spent hurtin' plenty of folks for my own sake. Other people's money, poor or rich; killin' and robbin' people who didn't do me or anyone else any harm. Weapon trade, all kinds of shit. It was my second shot. Figure you know all that, though. Me bein' here means my own kinda redemption. Plus, it sure as hell ain't ever boring."
It all means something different for everyone, but regardless everyone has a purpose. There's an uneasy shudder that runs through Hanzo. He doesn't know what kind of answer he wants when he asks, "What do you want from me?"
"Right now? 'Bout all I want is you restin', maybe fallin' asleep." Hair is brushed out of Hanzo's face.
The answer does not satisfy, but Hanzo doesn't have the strength to argue. He lets out an irritated sigh, which somehow only earns an amused chuckle from McCree, deep and throaty. With a scowl, Hanzo tries to relax like this, his head in the other man's lap. Fingers continue to comb through his hair.
Somewhere along the way, when McCree starts humming, is about when Hanzo finally sleeps
As soon as he makes it back to his tent, Hanzo almost finds the impulse to turn around and leave again: McCree is sitting up, looking contemplative, watching him. He knows the look in the larger man's eyes, calculating, smarter than he ever acts. Processing something."Why are you awake?" Hanzo snaps instead, as if he's deeply offended that McCree isn't asleep."Heard you chattin' up Mei is all," McCree responds, shrugging. "You been in a tiff since earler in the evening.""It's nothing." Hanzo wishes he could convince himself of that.McCree sighs and says, "Horse shit. Look, c'mere. Sit down."For a moment, Hanzo wants to argue, wants to tell him to mind his own business. The fight in him dissipates and he lets out an angry sigh, only furious with himself. McCree has not wronged him, hasn't all day, and he knows he's being unreasonable, but hasn't the ability to say why. He doesn't want to think about it.He is afraid.Eventually, Hanzo slowly sinks to sit next to McCree, frowning to himself. The gunman is resting a hand to his shoulder, guiding him down. For a moment, Hanzo resists, and knows that if he continued to do so McCree would release him. Eventually, he lets himself be guided down, hesitantly resting his head in McCree's lap.Nothing is demanded of him. Fingers are slowly combing through Hanzo's hair, and the archer freezes."I ain't gonna hurt you." McCree doesn't sound tired or exasperated, simply trying to ease Hanzo's fears."ฉันรู้ว่า""ใช่หรือไม่" McCree tucks ผมหลังหูของ Hanzo "ถ้าผมถามว่า ทำไมจิตใจคุณเหมือนฉันจะกัดคุณ แล้ว? "Hanzo ปิดตาของเขา แล้วสั่นศีรษะของเขา"เอาละ""McCree," Hanzo กล่าว รู้สึกก้อนในลำคอของเขา"มม"ทำไมท่านใน Overwatch""ฮะ" McCree รอยขีดข่วน Hanzo ที่หนังศีรษะอย่างอ่อนโยน "คำถามตลก คุณรู้ว่าแฟ้ม ใช่หรือไม่"Hanzo เข้า "ฉันได้อ่านมัน"แล้วฉัน s'pose ฉันจะชี้แจง เวลาที่ใช้ในการล็อกตาย ใช้ hurtin' ของคนเพื่อประโยชน์ของตัวเอง เงินของคนอื่น คนจน หรือ รวย killin' และ robbin' คนที่ไม่ได้ทำฉันหรือคนอื่น ๆ ที่มีอันตรายต่อ การค้าอาวุธ ทุกชนิดของอึ ยิงนัดที่สองของฉันได้ รูปคุณรู้หมดว่า แม้ว่า ฉันเมื่อไร ' นี่หมายถึง ของตัวเองแลกอะ พลัส มันแน่ใจว่าเป็น hell ไม่เคยน่าเบื่อ"ความ แตกต่างสำหรับทุกคน แต่ไม่ทุกคนมีวัตถุประสงค์ มีความกลัวหวาดหวั่นไม่สบายใจที่ไหลผ่าน Hanzo เขาไม่รู้ชนิดของคำตอบที่เขาต้องการเมื่อเขาถามว่า "คุณต้องจากฉัน""!? ' แข่งขันทั้งหมดต้องเป็นคุณ restin' ทีกรี้'หลับ" ผมเป็นแปรงจากใบหน้าของ Hanzoไม่ตรงคำตอบ แต่ Hanzo ไม่มีแรงจะเถียง เขาช่วยให้ออกตัวหงุดหงิดถอนหายใจ ซึ่งอย่างใด เท่านั้นได้รับการ chuckle ขบขันจาก McCree ลึก และ throaty มีแบบหน้าคว่ำ Hanzo พยายามผ่อนคลายเช่นนี้ ศีรษะบนตักของคนอื่น ๆ นิ้วต่อไปหวีผมของเขาที่ใดที่หนึ่งตลอดทาง เมื่อ McCree เริ่มฮัม คือเมื่อ Hanzo ในที่สุดหลับ
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