Maybe McCree hasn't been here all that long--hasn't had a chance to run into the others yet. Better for him, he guesses. 76 still doesn't want to come clean, but he'll take the chance to do it on his own terms.
He doesn't say anything, just bends a little to bring both his hands up to either side of his mask. The glow of the visor fades as it detaches, and he lets it fall to his side before he looks up. It's been a few years, and he certainly isn't the man he once was, but McCree will know.
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He doesn't say anything, just bends a little to bring both his hands up to either side of his mask. The glow of the visor fades as it detaches, and he lets it fall to his side before he looks up. It's been a few years, and he certainly isn't the man he once was, but McCree will know.