[ for a long time, lance doesn't even look as if he'd heard mccree. he just stands there, completely moldable as the other man begins to shift him around. he'd glance between the revolver in his hand and the bayard hanging from his belt, looking as if he can't quite fully process all that he's just witnessed and heard.
and then his expression shifts, lips pursed and brows furrowed. he certainly doesn't look like he's about to disagree, and why would he/ mccree, as far as he's concerned, would have no reason to lie to him. he sighs a little, figuring it had definitely been too good to be true. ]
Do me a favor, [ he finally mutters, lifting his arm to take aim again. another shot, and this time he'd braced himself for the blowback so he doesn't jerk back as much. still no bullseye, but his arm hadn't wavered either, ] if you meet a guy named Keith? Don't tell him about this.
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and then his expression shifts, lips pursed and brows furrowed. he certainly doesn't look like he's about to disagree, and why would he/ mccree, as far as he's concerned, would have no reason to lie to him. he sighs a little, figuring it had definitely been too good to be true. ]
Do me a favor, [ he finally mutters, lifting his arm to take aim again. another shot, and this time he'd braced himself for the blowback so he doesn't jerk back as much. still no bullseye, but his arm hadn't wavered either, ] if you meet a guy named Keith? Don't tell him about this.