curious abt your take on 44!
44. “If you really loved me there wouldn’t be a choice.“
“Hanzo, no. We’re not doing that.”
“And why not?”
McCree doesn’t answer, his gaze on the road ahead. If he looks at Hanzo, he knows he will falter, and then the argument will be over entirely. “Because. We already talked about this and decided. We’re not choosing again.”
“If you really loved me,” Hanzo says, his voice steely and cool, “there would not be a choice.”
McCree turns an incredulous look on him. Hanzo stares back at him, dark eyes beseeching, silently begging McCree to change his mind.
“Are you shittin’ me?” McCree asks.
Hanzo does not answer, but tilts his chin up slightly, defiantly.
“Fine!” McCree shouts. He grabs the screen of the car’s GPS and yanks it forcefully towards him, typing in a new address. “We’ll go get goddamn sushi, instead of real food, if it makes you stop looking at me like that.”
Hanzo laughs, bright and victorious, and leans back in his seat with a satisfied grin. McCree tries to stay angry, but one glance at his sweetheart looking like a cat who got the cream and his anger dissipates completely.
He supposes it’s worth it to sacrifice the enchiladas that he really wanted, if it makes Hanzo look like that. He does love Hanzo, after all.