[ There’s the sound of several locks being undone before the door opens, revealing a rather rumpled and puzzled-looking McCree. Despite what some people may think, he doesn’t keep the full cowboy garb on all the time. Currently, he’s sporting a pair of gray sweatpants and a reddish-orange t-shirt, half tucked-in. His hat hanging on a hook by the door.
He’d looked out the window before opening the door- of course, he knows better- so he’d known it was Moira on the other side. There’s a question in his eyes that he doesn’t ask as he leans against the doorframe, glances down at the bottle, then back up to her face. ]
Hey.
[ He lets the word sit there, totally inadequate and leaving more than enough room for something else to fill the silence after it. Like an explanation, or at least some clue as to what’s going on. Surely this can't be just a social call...? ]
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He’d looked out the window before opening the door- of course, he knows better- so he’d known it was Moira on the other side. There’s a question in his eyes that he doesn’t ask as he leans against the doorframe, glances down at the bottle, then back up to her face. ]
Hey.
[ He lets the word sit there, totally inadequate and leaving more than enough room for something else to fill the silence after it. Like an explanation, or at least some clue as to what’s going on. Surely this can't be just a social call...? ]