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"Lie back, darlin'. Relax."
McCree's voice is rough and low, sounds like gravel crunching brittle underfoot from years of smoking cheap cigars and drinking cheaper alcohol. Hanzo can still taste smoke and moonshine on his tongue from when they'd started kissing, and the memory alone is enough to make him lick his lips as the flavour fades.
