"Yeah, you an' me both..." McCree can't help the way his hand slides back through his hair as he tries to relax. Not easy to sleep when half the bounty hunters in America are specifically targeting you. He frowns, though, at the mention of the rest of the team not being happy with him. True, he supposes it'd hurt Winston to know that he was keeping secrets.

But Morrison? Ana? Both had come back from the dead, and if they could keep their secrets, so could McCree.

"... Yeah, I can handle it. You taught me to be tough, remember?" He idly scratches behind the cat's ears. If there were more here, it might be difficult. And even now, he dreads Winston finding out.

But Blackwatch didn't leave men behind. And he was done running.