[ McCree is a person who exudes confidence. There’s swagger in his step and assuredness in his placid half-smile. He moseys into battle with jingling spurs, an outdated weapon, and an attire that strikes most as unusual, and he does so without care because he is comfortable in his tastes and is aware of his proficiency. He’s never known shy, and the warmth that radiates from his friendliness and charisma is palpable.
Rare are his foundations shook with uncertainty.
Leave it to one Hanzo Shimada to rock him to the core.
He currently sits before said Shimada at a cafe tucked away near the port of Gibraltar (it was a trek that was easy enough given that Gibraltar as a whole is fairly small). He can feel his nerves tossing his stomach and rattling his bones, and though he is fairly certain that his demeanor remains unperturbed, he knows that Hanzo is sharp, and he worries that his apprehension is sensed.
His anxiety struck shortly after their text conversation that McCree had accidentally initiated. While it proved to have a positive outcome, he began to question Hanzo’s perspective on the whole ordeal. His initial reaction was giddiness, believing that there was mutuality between feelings for one another, but it was difficult not to note how unenthusiastic Hanzo was. Knowing the archer’s personality, he figured that his happiness reverberated in waves of serenity rather than exuberance, but he still couldn’t quite shake the unease.
And he still can’t, especially now with the tepid man sitting across from him.
I’m thinking... [ He breaks the silence that had been looming over them since he had shown up at Hanzo’s door with the clearing of his throat and the straightening of his back. ] I’m thinking that I owe you an apology. [ Because the issue at hand is not weather Hanzo is interested or not, but rather if Hanzo has the right idea of what McCree’s intentions are because with a conversation that began with McCree telling Genji that he wanted to sleep with the elder Shimada, he can see where there could have been some miscommunication from his end and discomfort on Hanzo’s. ]
Genji is a best friend of mine, but I shouldn’t have been talking about you like that.
[ To put things bluntly: Hanzo doesn't know how he feels. When he'd arrived, he assumed everyone would despise him for what he'd done in the past to his brother. Even Hanzo despises himself for being so weak to follow orders he knew were wrong. Self-flagellation isn't wholly attractive on anyone, so the fact that anyone is interested that far is...
Disconcerting, for starters. That it's McCree is another host of issues.
From what stories Genji has been sharing, he and McCree have been very close friends for a number of years. And after he'd met the man, he could see why. He's uncouth and charming much in the way Genji had been before. Like always tends to find like. Hanzo doesn't like or dislike McCree. He just doesn't really know how to take him. His way of speaking is grating, his way of dress is annoying. That he would dare be so open and bold with Genji is galling. Logically, he knows people share this sort of thing with trusted companions, but that just isn't his way. That sort of thing should be shared between the two parties involved. Not them and a sibling. It's just another strike against McCree.
And yet, Hanzo can't exactly give a response as to why he'd said yes.
To foster good relations between teammates? To repay a past kindness for taking care of his brother after what Hanzo did? Or some other reason he isn't yet ready to face?
From the moment McCree shows up at his door until right now, it's tense and awkward. Even more so when the entire incident is brought up again. A tightness has Hanzo's shoulders bunching, his lips twitching as if they mean to pull into a frown. Must this come back up again?
Begrudgingly; ]
Apology accepted.
[ Hanzo shifts in his seat, his fingers fussing with the napkin on the table in front of him before he smoothes out the wrinkle and adjusts it perpendicular to the table edge. ]
While I am certain the conversation would be one my brother enjoys taking part in, it is not something I appreciate. My business is my own.
[ His chest falls with a heavy breath that was held by anticipation, the calm visage momentarily broken by relief. The acceptance, as reluctant as it was, is appreciated, and, at the very least, it is something to work with, a step forward rather than a step back.
He fights to contain a smile that creeps at the edge of his mouth at the mention of Genji. "Enjoy" is an understatement, especially if that sort of conversation includes Hanzo. He had admitted to McCree that the situation is much like viewing an old sitcom of sorts with the rough around the edges loud mouth chasing after the stoic and pristine loner. After the whole texting fiasco, he'd been bid with good luck on his romantic comedy endeavor between snorts and chuckles.
Note to self: from now on, spare Genji of the finer details for Hanzo's sake. To keep Hanzo's business as his own is a promise he fully intends to keep. ]
Won't happen again. [ He gives a definitive nod that's paired with an earnest expression. It's no joke to him, and he wants that to be known. ]
And since we're already talking about it and such, I know what I said before sounded-- [ There's a vague hand gesture, the rest of his arm hanging uselessly in the air, as he searches for the correct wording. ] --you know. [ Raunchy as all hell. ] And I don't usually care about what people think of me, but I wanted you to know that I ain't really the kinda guy that looks to toss in the hay and leave it at that. [ Then, he quickly adds: ] I mean, that ain't usually my first thought when I'm interested in a person, which don't even happen too often.
[ McCree never took himself for a rambler, but Hanzo somehow brings out that side of him, makes him worry that if he says the wrong thing, that'll be that. He makes a displeased face at himself, his nose scrunched and his brow knit together in a sort of thoughtful manner. ]
I just wanted to take you out, treat you to something nice, and hope you'd let me do it again.
[ This is a mistake just keeps repeating over and over in his head. This isn't what he came here for and this isn't something he does. There's a large part of him, the part that enjoys discipline and quiet and being alone, that tells him to excuse himself to slip quietly back to base for training or meditation.
Or drinking alone on his room.
Then there's a very small part that he buried years and years ago. The part that links he and Genji to being kin. Because Hanzo does know how to have fun and seek pleasure. Not in excess as his brother used to. But, Hanzo does know how to have a good time when he wants to.
And he knows he'll be able to get some by making McCree sweat. He's anxious over this and what Hanzo thinks, that much is obvious from how he says more than he needs to and can't seem to keep still. For a man once part of an elite special force, he has a number of tells.
So, here Hanzo is, asking the hard questions. After a pause long enough to be considered awkward, he looks at McCree with a very bland, very flat expression. ]
If that is not "usually" your first thought, what is? And why was it first with me?
[ If McCree thought this was going to be easy... ]
[ He leans back, his mouth pressed tightly, his teeth grinding down on each other. There's frustration, and there's a repressed sigh building in his chest; it's obvious from the way his nostrils briefly flare. ]
It wasn't. [ The tone is subdued, deflated. His arms find themselves back on the table. One hand reaches for and curls around a forgotten glass of water, his fingertips blotching at the perspiration that built on the rounded edges. His gives it a hard stare. ]
Look, you've got every right under the sun to be mad. [ McCree is all too well aware that he can be too casual for his own good. He knows that is mouth runs, and he knows that he can push buttons, with or without meaning to. Sometimes he's one hell of a gentleman, and sometimes he deserves a smack across the face. He knows. Really.
But he isn't about to be chastised for this. ]
And I'd highly appreciate just being partners, not even friends if you don't care to be, since you're one hell of a shot and because we work together and all, but if you don't want anything to do with me, well, that's just fine too. No grudges here.
[ He glances back up, then, to meet Hanzo's gaze ] I've already laid all my cards out on the table, so you can quit the interrogation and take your leave if this is just a waste of your time.
[ At first Hanzo says nothing and simply stares at McCree. It's blank, unreadable. Mostly because that's easiest for Hanzo to deal with and to have everyone unable to see what he's thinking or feeling. It's just better. It helps, too, because Hanzo doesn't really know how to feel about all of this, either.
Except, one thing is for certain: he would't be here if he didn't want to be. As much as he doesn't want to openly admit that for whatever foolish pride sort of reason, perhaps he should.
Hanzo's gaze drops down to the table, his hands fold in his lap, he takes a slow breath. Then, he's looking at McCree again with an unreadable expression. Seems he can't really shake that. ]
Had I believed this to be a waste of my time, I would not have come.
[ His lips thin for a moment, he clears his throat. The way McCree speaks so openly and flagrantly ridiculous isn't something he's used to. Not really. Not when it comes to him, anyway. It isn't particularly something he cares for. He doesn't think. ]
I did not claim anger. [ He didn't. And he's not. Not really. ] Nor was the intention to be an interrogation. I am simply attempting to see from your angle.
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[ McCree is a person who exudes confidence. There’s swagger in his step and assuredness in his placid half-smile. He moseys into battle with jingling spurs, an outdated weapon, and an attire that strikes most as unusual, and he does so without care because he is comfortable in his tastes and is aware of his proficiency. He’s never known shy, and the warmth that radiates from his friendliness and charisma is palpable.
Rare are his foundations shook with uncertainty.
Leave it to one Hanzo Shimada to rock him to the core.
He currently sits before said Shimada at a cafe tucked away near the port of Gibraltar (it was a trek that was easy enough given that Gibraltar as a whole is fairly small). He can feel his nerves tossing his stomach and rattling his bones, and though he is fairly certain that his demeanor remains unperturbed, he knows that Hanzo is sharp, and he worries that his apprehension is sensed.
His anxiety struck shortly after their text conversation that McCree had accidentally initiated. While it proved to have a positive outcome, he began to question Hanzo’s perspective on the whole ordeal. His initial reaction was giddiness, believing that there was mutuality between feelings for one another, but it was difficult not to note how unenthusiastic Hanzo was. Knowing the archer’s personality, he figured that his happiness reverberated in waves of serenity rather than exuberance, but he still couldn’t quite shake the unease.
And he still can’t, especially now with the tepid man sitting across from him.
I’m thinking... [ He breaks the silence that had been looming over them since he had shown up at Hanzo’s door with the clearing of his throat and the straightening of his back. ] I’m thinking that I owe you an apology. [ Because the issue at hand is not weather Hanzo is interested or not, but rather if Hanzo has the right idea of what McCree’s intentions are because with a conversation that began with McCree telling Genji that he wanted to sleep with the elder Shimada, he can see where there could have been some miscommunication from his end and discomfort on Hanzo’s. ]
Genji is a best friend of mine, but I shouldn’t have been talking about you like that.
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Disconcerting, for starters. That it's McCree is another host of issues.
From what stories Genji has been sharing, he and McCree have been very close friends for a number of years. And after he'd met the man, he could see why. He's uncouth and charming much in the way Genji had been before. Like always tends to find like. Hanzo doesn't like or dislike McCree. He just doesn't really know how to take him. His way of speaking is grating, his way of dress is annoying. That he would dare be so open and bold with Genji is galling. Logically, he knows people share this sort of thing with trusted companions, but that just isn't his way. That sort of thing should be shared between the two parties involved. Not them and a sibling. It's just another strike against McCree.
And yet, Hanzo can't exactly give a response as to why he'd said yes.
To foster good relations between teammates? To repay a past kindness for taking care of his brother after what Hanzo did? Or some other reason he isn't yet ready to face?
From the moment McCree shows up at his door until right now, it's tense and awkward. Even more so when the entire incident is brought up again. A tightness has Hanzo's shoulders bunching, his lips twitching as if they mean to pull into a frown. Must this come back up again?
Begrudgingly; ]
Apology accepted.
[ Hanzo shifts in his seat, his fingers fussing with the napkin on the table in front of him before he smoothes out the wrinkle and adjusts it perpendicular to the table edge. ]
While I am certain the conversation would be one my brother enjoys taking part in, it is not something I appreciate. My business is my own.
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He fights to contain a smile that creeps at the edge of his mouth at the mention of Genji. "Enjoy" is an understatement, especially if that sort of conversation includes Hanzo. He had admitted to McCree that the situation is much like viewing an old sitcom of sorts with the rough around the edges loud mouth chasing after the stoic and pristine loner. After the whole texting fiasco, he'd been bid with good luck on his romantic comedy endeavor between snorts and chuckles.
Note to self: from now on, spare Genji of the finer details for Hanzo's sake. To keep Hanzo's business as his own is a promise he fully intends to keep. ]
Won't happen again. [ He gives a definitive nod that's paired with an earnest expression. It's no joke to him, and he wants that to be known. ]
And since we're already talking about it and such, I know what I said before sounded-- [ There's a vague hand gesture, the rest of his arm hanging uselessly in the air, as he searches for the correct wording. ] --you know. [ Raunchy as all hell. ] And I don't usually care about what people think of me, but I wanted you to know that I ain't really the kinda guy that looks to toss in the hay and leave it at that. [ Then, he quickly adds: ] I mean, that ain't usually my first thought when I'm interested in a person, which don't even happen too often.
[ McCree never took himself for a rambler, but Hanzo somehow brings out that side of him, makes him worry that if he says the wrong thing, that'll be that. He makes a displeased face at himself, his nose scrunched and his brow knit together in a sort of thoughtful manner. ]
I just wanted to take you out, treat you to something nice, and hope you'd let me do it again.
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Or drinking alone on his room.
Then there's a very small part that he buried years and years ago. The part that links he and Genji to being kin. Because Hanzo does know how to have fun and seek pleasure. Not in excess as his brother used to. But, Hanzo does know how to have a good time when he wants to.
And he knows he'll be able to get some by making McCree sweat. He's anxious over this and what Hanzo thinks, that much is obvious from how he says more than he needs to and can't seem to keep still. For a man once part of an elite special force, he has a number of tells.
So, here Hanzo is, asking the hard questions. After a pause long enough to be considered awkward, he looks at McCree with a very bland, very flat expression. ]
If that is not "usually" your first thought, what is? And why was it first with me?
[ If McCree thought this was going to be easy... ]
masters of back tagging right here
It wasn't. [ The tone is subdued, deflated. His arms find themselves back on the table. One hand reaches for and curls around a forgotten glass of water, his fingertips blotching at the perspiration that built on the rounded edges. His gives it a hard stare. ]
Look, you've got every right under the sun to be mad. [ McCree is all too well aware that he can be too casual for his own good. He knows that is mouth runs, and he knows that he can push buttons, with or without meaning to. Sometimes he's one hell of a gentleman, and sometimes he deserves a smack across the face. He knows. Really.
But he isn't about to be chastised for this. ]
And I'd highly appreciate just being partners, not even friends if you don't care to be, since you're one hell of a shot and because we work together and all, but if you don't want anything to do with me, well, that's just fine too. No grudges here.
[ He glances back up, then, to meet Hanzo's gaze ] I've already laid all my cards out on the table, so you can quit the interrogation and take your leave if this is just a waste of your time.
it's all good tho
Except, one thing is for certain: he would't be here if he didn't want to be. As much as he doesn't want to openly admit that for whatever foolish pride sort of reason, perhaps he should.
Hanzo's gaze drops down to the table, his hands fold in his lap, he takes a slow breath. Then, he's looking at McCree again with an unreadable expression. Seems he can't really shake that. ]
Had I believed this to be a waste of my time, I would not have come.
[ His lips thin for a moment, he clears his throat. The way McCree speaks so openly and flagrantly ridiculous isn't something he's used to. Not really. Not when it comes to him, anyway. It isn't particularly something he cares for. He doesn't think. ]
I did not claim anger. [ He didn't. And he's not. Not really. ] Nor was the intention to be an interrogation. I am simply attempting to see from your angle.