The cat's in his lap, settled down, her paws kneading against his knee as he tries to think. The ghosts have been banished for now, but McCree... McCree doesn't want to leave him like this. And it looks like he isn't exactly getting an option. That "sleep it off" sounds like an order to his ears, and he can't help the sad little twitch of a smile that comes to his mouth before he replies.

"Yessir, will do."

Maybe Reyes didn't see anything alive under that mask. Maybe all he saw was his own rot and decay, the constant cycle of life, death, and life building up over and over again. But he's still Reyes under that mask. That... That, he knows.

"... I ain't gonna tell the others about this place, you know."