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jesse is left speechless for a moment. there's an odd feeling bubbling inside of his chest : one of comfort mixed with the lingering dread. the butterflies fought with the dragons in his stomach, flipping and turning, but the hand at his cheek grounds him. it makes him aware of where he is, and who he's with.

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❝ already speakin' my language, ❞ the cowboy says, slightly raising his cup in a hinted toast. jesse wasn't all for the poking 'n prodding either -- he'd much rather prefer that people wouldn't go 'round saying that reyes kept him locked under lock 'n key until jesse agreed to work for blackwatch.

that kind of information ... can stay under wraps.

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he knows it's bait. the question of the decade, the one that haunted jesse's dreams and constantly tugged at the back of his mind ; influencing every single action he made, every problem he took onto his shoulders like anvils weighing him down muddy water.

❝ priorities change, ❞ he says with a slight shrug. she was in the right for being mad at him, he knew it. the history he had with the girl -- that should'a outweighed overwatch outta all things, right ?

but it didn't. it simply didn't add up on jesse's end.

❝ people ... change. ❞

and sometimes they regret those changes.

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the omnic's words were an odd comfort to the cowboy, reassuring him -- although whether or not jesse felt as though he deserved the reassurance was a different story.

the crisp, cool breeze kisses his cheeks as he stares off at the sunrise, lost in thought for a moment as he focuses on the other's words. he takes a deep breath, allowing the cold air to burn at his lungs in a more relieving way than the cigars would.

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