me: I dont play favourites u kno
also me:

widowmaker, lining up a killing shot: ah, mccrée… we meet at last. le faucheur told me so much about you… what a shame our meeting must end in your demis-
mccree, coughing from venom trap: actually, it’s just mccree
widowmaker: what
mccree: yeah there’s no accent
widowmaker: i-
mccree: can i gowidowmaker, like a month later: so, jessé… our paths cross again
mccree: oh, for fuck’s
me: -takes a mental health test-
test result: Please consult your physican or emergency services immediately
me: LOL
I added them to my reblog, but I thought I’d also post it seperately! This is directly inspired by the excerpt @robotkittens posted from the swtfa novellization.