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A vase shattered not too far away from Jesse, the ceramic ricocheting off the wall in every direction as dust scattered to the floor.
He wondered who would have to clean the mess, and felt the guilt root deeper in him. She would probably clean it herself. He couldn’t imagine the cuts that she would get from carelessly picking pieces up to toss them in the trash. The pain she would feel from the ceramic dust creating microscopic pin pricks into her skin. She wouldn’t want to inconvenience someone else with her mess.
“Who do you think you are,” she growled, glaring poison at him. “Who do you think you are coming back here after what you did. In your fancy little uniform, with all your little perks and Overwatch friends backing you up.”
Jesse didn’t say anything. He knew he couldn’t rise to her barbs. He had to wait out the anger so hopefully he could talk to her. Explain what had happened.
“How dare you? How dare you just stand there looking like that, looking at me like I’m the unreasonable one, I’m the one who lost their mind,” she yelled. “I outa have you hung! Shot down for what you did! Those are the rules, McCree, you ain’t above the rules just because you made some deal!”
He knew all of this. Of course he did. He stayed silent.
“Say something damn it,” her volume raised again.
“Ashe,” he said calmly. “I can explain.”
“Like hell you can!” another vase shattered, closer to him than the last. “I don’t give a damn about your explanations! I don’t care what you have to say! You broke the rules, you betrayed us all!”
Jesse pressed his lips together. He knew speaking after this point would only make it worse. Ashe would only get angrier the more he tried to explain.
“You betrayed us! God damn it Jesse you helped make those damn rules why the hell did you break all of them in one day?” he continued to yell. Jesse didn’t think she could do anything but yell at that moment. He didn’t blame her.
“You promised! You promised to abide by those rules and to stay with us! With me! You made a promise and you broke it Jesse, and now you don’t even care that I have to follow through on those rules! You don’t care at all what I have to do, you don’t care what you’ve done to me!”
He did. God he did. He cared more than he could ever tell her. He tore himself apart every night for what he had done and the pain he knew it inflicted on her already damaged heart. He cared, but she didn’t want him to in that moment. She wanted to be angry, and he was going to let her.
“The worst part is you know I’ll let you go! You know I will and you still don’t care! Nothing I can do will ever make you care, you made that obvious when you sided with fucking Overwatch!”
She threw a picture frame. He knew the one. He knew the picture it held, of the news article clipping of their first successful heist.
“I swear to god McCree if I ever see your face again I’ll kill you! I’ll really kill you this time and at the end, I’ll be the one who doesn’t care! You’ll be dead and I won’t care! If I ever see your face again you’re a dead man McCree!”
He pretended not to notice the tears streaking down her face as she yelled and lost herself in an anger Jesse had never thought her capable of. He knew Ashe was hot headed, but this was so much at once.
And it was all his fault.
It was all his fault.
“Go god damn it! Leave me alone! Don’t ever let me see you again, ya hear! If I do I’m killing you! So just go!”
Jesse picked his hat up from where it had fallen and pressed it back on his head. He turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving her like she asked.
Ashe said she would kill him, he had to pretend he wasn’t already dead as the door slowly closed behind him, and as he walked down the hall, her screamed sobs reached his ears and imprinted on his memories.