McHanzo Week 3
kind of only tangentially related but it’s good enough and you can’t stop me
“Hey, sweetheart,” McCree’s voice murmurs, and Hanzo all but melts at the sound.
“Hello, Jesse,” he replies as he shuts the door to his motel room behind him. He double-checks the locks, though so far he has not been in any danger, and sits on the edge of the flimsy bed. Every muscle in his body aches in ways he had not previously thought possible, and fatigue weighs heavily down upon him life a suffocating blanket. He had not expected bartending, of all things, to be so hard on him.