He can hear the objection in his voice before he even finishes the sentence. Sounds familiar to his ears, just like the tone he'd always get before a good chewing out or a stern lecture on discipline. He braces himself for the argument, to try and formulate his words, to change his mind- But they're interrupted by, of all things, a cat.

A large, fluffy, white cat, with a little ribbon around her neck. She climbs up onto the couch, close enough to McCree that he could pet her, and he can't help the grin that spreads across his face.
"Well hey there, little missy..." Gently reaching out with his right hand, he pets once, then twice when the cat doesn't make any movements to pull away or hiss.

"You know, you did always seem like a cat person." He can't help the chuckle, looking back up at Reyes, and for a moment it feels like old times. Despite the tears on his face and the ruined, decaying skin of Reyes's, it all feels so nostalgic he can't help himself.

"... Movin' forward. I don't. Want to abandon you again."