Would be easy to let him keep going, gaze following those figures more than they were following McCree himself. "You aren't fine, letting things follow you."

Cling and haunt, had some odd sort of feeling clinging to them as well. So there Reaper was, not leaving the cowboy alone as he turned and took a few steps to follow, growling just under his breath. "You need to take a breather, McCree. Like it or not, and clearly you still need it if you aren't noticing this yourself."

Could leave, let whatever it is do whatever it was going to do.