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[almightythirst]

Hey there, stranger. Don't think I gotta explain the situation: you called, I didn't pick up. Leave me a message and maybe I'll get back to you.

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[no_reload]

That certainly won't change. Stay home. Don't put me in a position to hurt you.

[At this point, he might have it in him to stop himself. With Moira dead, now Angela gone, he couldn't risk losing McCree. The little asshole was all he had left.]

[almightythirst]

Thought hurting me was on your bucket list. If you tell me where you're at now, I'll even give you a free shot.

[ Not really, but it's the only last-ditch effort he can think of to get Reaper to give him something. Not that Jesse is feeling too confident that it'll work, but... he can't just stop. ]

[no_reload]

Not today. Maybe tomorrow. Stay home.

[There was no he was giving McCree a reason to follow him into the Dome.]

[almightythirst]

That better mean you're here tomorrow.

[no_reload]

Don't pretend you would be upset if I wasn't.

[almightythirst]

I'm not. Don't act like you know what I'm thinking.

[no_reload]

I don't have to. I can't recall the last time you had a real intelligent thought.