She raises an eyebrow and gives him a half smile before she swats takes one of her hands back to swat his arm. It's done in much the same way it would have been when they were just teenagers playing.
"You're gonna push the wrong button one of these days McCree." And just like when they were teenagers, it's an empty and playful threat. After all, she's proven how useless she is at even following through on her less than playful threats.
The moment turns more serious again as he speaks to her of how amazed he was by her. The compliments he gives her are so unexpected she isn't even sure entirely how to process them. Deadlock was her baby, her extended and adopted family, and she had done all she could to not only keep it alive but thriving all these years. Like her mother, she carried high expectations of it, however unlike her mother she'd loved it and cared for it enough to raise it to achieve those high expectations.
Her cheeks turn a little bit pink. Ashe had always taken criticism in stride, and as a criminal there was plenty to fill her life with. As desired as praise was to her, it's a foreign thing, so she feels a small rush of embarrassment at it. "Well, I was just too stubborn to let them get me down. I believe my psychologist referred to it as 'Oppositional Defiant Disorder'. I preferred to refer to it as not takin' shit from other folks."
She can't help but joke again, before realizing she really should just take his compliment. "That is...I mean..." Tentatively she leans forward, puts her hand on his neck and pulls him closer. "...Thank you."
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"You're gonna push the wrong button one of these days McCree." And just like when they were teenagers, it's an empty and playful threat. After all, she's proven how useless she is at even following through on her less than playful threats.
The moment turns more serious again as he speaks to her of how amazed he was by her. The compliments he gives her are so unexpected she isn't even sure entirely how to process them. Deadlock was her baby, her extended and adopted family, and she had done all she could to not only keep it alive but thriving all these years. Like her mother, she carried high expectations of it, however unlike her mother she'd loved it and cared for it enough to raise it to achieve those high expectations.
Her cheeks turn a little bit pink. Ashe had always taken criticism in stride, and as a criminal there was plenty to fill her life with. As desired as praise was to her, it's a foreign thing, so she feels a small rush of embarrassment at it. "Well, I was just too stubborn to let them get me down. I believe my psychologist referred to it as 'Oppositional Defiant Disorder'. I preferred to refer to it as not takin' shit from other folks."
She can't help but joke again, before realizing she really should just take his compliment. "That is...I mean..." Tentatively she leans forward, puts her hand on his neck and pulls him closer. "...Thank you."