McCree would be lying if he didn't say he was expecting bounty posters with his face plastered on it to show up any day now, blown in on whatever breeze that landed him here. He tilts his head up, leaning back as the cat slowly starts to get off his lap. Place of second chances, huh? Then maybe there was some hope for him and Reyes yet, to patch things up, to...

To prove he'd learned from him. That he wasn't a coward anymore. That he wouldn't run anymore.

"... Yeah, you did." He remembers some of their first lessons together at 17, how tough Reyes had been on him. How all it did was make him want to work harder. "Remember you taught me how to fight better with the bionic. An' how to use my head instead of lettin' my anger lead." He can't help the grin. It feels like another lifetime entirely. Maybe it was.