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'Course it was that damn chicken.

[ She's grinning wide as she shakes her head, before it brings up another joke that she recalls hearing. Something along those lines.]

Okay, along that line. What's the difference between the g-spot and a golf ball?

[ She raises an eyebrow, a crooked smile on her face. ]

A guy will go lookin' for a golf ball. [ She points towards the screen. ] And that's why the chicken came first.

[ Jesse curses under his breath and covers his eyes with one hand, his grin still fully visible. ]

That’s it. I don’t got one to top that in me, least not right now. You win the prize, whatever that is.

[ She laughing too, trying to keep it quiet though so that she doesn't wake up Chloe. ]

The satisfaction of your surrender is enough prize for me this evenin'. Seems like I still got the dirtier mind.

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Yeah yeah, we'll see about that sometime that isn't the middle of the night. Or, uh- morning, I guess. I'll give it another shot after a little shut-eye.

[ He keeps smiling, but something goes more serious somewhere behind his eyes. ]

You make sure you get some sleep yourself. B.O.B. is there to keep an eye on her too, right?

What? Like you were sleepin'? [ She gives a coy smile. It's rather adorable that he thinks she won't message him in the middle of the night.

But that look in his eyes gives her pause, and she offers a small nod. ] Yeah. He's here. Havin' a power nap himself though. [ A sudden feeling of dread at cutting the feed fills her, but she tries to brush off the anxiety. ] Yeah. I'll try.

[ If Ashe thinks Jesse had been gearing up to end the call, she’s got another thing coming—that thing being Jesse settling in further, cup in hand. He gets it. He’s sat up plenty of nights before, knowing there’s nothing he can really do, but unable to relax anyway.

Because what if they wake up? What if they need something, anything at all, and you aren’t there? Rationality doesn’t matter so much as your brain’s insistence that you stay awake. ]

Good. When B.O.B. is back online, get yourself to bed. Guess we’ll just have to entertain ourselves ‘til then.

[ There is something comforting in the reassurance that he isn't going anywhere. She has his serape warming her lap, and she pulls it up a little closer. She recalls an old sweat shirt of his that she'd worn holes into for all the times she's worn it after he'd been gone. It felt a little bit like that.

It's not hard to miss the little smile that she gives despite that it's only there for a moment. ]

Guess we will.

So, tell me the worst. How bad does this place get? What do I have to look forward to in my time here?

[ Her smile is gone fast, but it’d been there nonetheless. He’ll take that as a victory. ]

You want to know the truth? This kind of thing is the worst.

[ He knows he doesn’t have to say Chloe’s name for Ashe to know what he means. ]

I mean, there’s crazier stuff. Last October the whole town was basically flooded with blood. Literally. We had boats. And there’re monsters and all, but… makin’ you turn on people. Makin’ people turn on you. Gettin’ inside your head. That’s the worst.

[ He pauses, takes a sip of coffee. ]

... Also the giant flyin' spiders were pretty bad.

Giant flyin' spiders? Yeah...that'd be a no thank you from me.

[ She nods, because she does know what he means. There is a thought that's been crossing her head ever since she's started to see how badly people can turn on each other.

She purses her lips, bringing a finger up to tap against her mouth as she thinks. ]

So people just turn on each other? Like...bringin' up the old baggage. [ Their baggage isn't even old and she's made an agreement to not turn on him. It's occurred to her that this place might make that hard if it sucks her in. ]

I'm sayin' right here and right now. I made an agreement to not shoot you and I stand by my word. If I try...it ain't me, and you've got every right to stop me or take me out or whatever it is you somehow always manage to do. Just don't think I've broken my word.

[ Jesse gives that offer the consideration it deserves, his expression unreadable as he stares down at the dregs of his coffee. He's solemn, suddenly. Maybe because this isn't just some thought exercise--it's a real possibility. ]

That goes both ways, y'know. It's a two-way street.

[ He looks up then and nods at the video feed. ]

I'll know it wasn't you. Just know the same goes for me, alright?

[ There is a heaviness to the moment and she isn't sure if it's the emotion or exhaustion. With Deerington at their heels, it's unlikely their past won't somehow rear its ugly head. ]

I'll keep that in mind too. In the meantime don't do somethin' stupid like steal my bike again.

[ Ashe goes to smile, but instead she'd hit by a yawn and she brings her hand up to cover her mouth. ] Hmm. Excuse me.

[ Glancing outside she can make out the just slightly lighter colored sky. Had they been talkin' that long. It's reassuring that he'd stay on the feed for her. It reminded her of chatting with him until her head hit his shoulder and she fell asleep with him as her pillow. ] I think we've gone from it being way too late to way too early.

Hey, no promises. It's a nice bike.

[ He chuckles and glances to the side himself. Yep. That's the sun alright, for better or worse. ]

Yeah, looks like it. Go wake up B.O.B. and tell him you need a few hours of shut-eye. And if he isn't feelin' up to holdin' the fort, he can give me a call.

[ She narrows her eyes at him, but it lacks any seriousness, in fact she points two fingers at her own eyes before pointing them back at him.

Then she glances towards the door. It would be easier to sleep, the daytime typically had less demons. ]

Yeah, I think the sleepin' giant has had a long enough nap. I'll try and get some rest so I can attempt to be up by noon.

Hey. Make you sure you come back with some good follow up jokes. I may have won this round, but I am interested in allowin' you a rematch. There has to be some game you can win against me. Right now I'm two for two.

Maybe I'm just lettin' you win, so you'll get too comfortable and I can swing in on the next big bet. It's called strategy.

[ Obviously false, but he is indeed confident he'll win again soon. They never could one-up each other for long before the other came back swinging. ]

Get some rest. And text me when you're up.

If it's called strategy then you shouldn't be showin' me your hand.

[ Her tone is amused though and she gives a nod. ]

Yeah. I'll do that. You try and get some rest too and we'll touch base in the mornin'.

[ She goes to shut it down, but stops, like she's trying to figure something out before she offers a tiny and tired smile. ]

Night McCree.

[ Jesse hesitates a moment himself, if only because of surprise. But it shakes of quickly, replaced by a warm smile of his own. ]

G'night Ashe.

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