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The frozen afternoon air chills Hanzo at every step he made. The icy wind prickles though his duffle coat without fail. Even his scarf, snuggled right up over his mouth, makes little effort to protect him from the chilly air. The only luck the man has was that the ground had no snow on it. Just a bit frozen solid with a light coating of frost on the dead grass. It still irritated him regardless, but just less than usual if there was snow.

Anyway, this late November cold wasn't the only thing that perplexes the man as he made his way up to town. A conversation, he had with a certain cowboy a day ago on the phone, plays on repeat in his head.

It went a little like this:

"Moshi moshi? (Hello?) Hanzo says half interested upon answer the ringing phone. He wouldn't have answered it at all, but after the third call, it came apparent that someone wanted to talk with him. " Dono yō ni kono tenwabangō o shutoku suru nodesu ka? (how did you get this phone number?),"

"Eh?" The voice on the other side seems surprised for a second before saying. "I forgot ya speak Japanese. You completely stumped me there for a moment, partner,"

Hanzo right away recognizing the man's distinct voice and accent. "McCree?"

"Bingo," McCree's yells unaware that he was shouting. Hanzo had kept the phone about an inch away from his ear. Hanzo could hear muttering of voices in the background. The cowboy's voice also seem a bit fuzzy and had a slight delay in responses.

Hanzo states the obvious. "Where are you? Underground?"

"Oh yeah, sorry about that," McCree yells again and at a slight delay says. "Lots of noisy folks around me. Try not to let that bug you too much," McCree remarks loudly. "I'm on a train right now heading up your way and I… um finished up my job earlier than anticipated,"

"Is this all you have to say?" Hanzo asks and comments. "This is very unlike you to call like this. You usually show up unannounced,"

"... Yeah, I wanted to give ya a head up that I'm coming into town!" McCree shouts back at Hanzo. On the delay, he heard the last part of what Hanzo said. "Oh I do don't I… storming into your house like a thunderhead over the mountains,"

"So. I assume you're coming over," Hanzo says. "This time, you have to sleep in the guest room because my brother is home this week,"

"Aw actually I wanna ta ask ya something," McCree then hollers, not at Hanzo, but to the woman next to him on the train. "Will you stop your dang bellyaching. Imma asking them right now. No, you can't do it for me,"

"Who are you speaking with?" Hanzo questions.

"Um sorry about that just a grass widow who found the damn wine menu at 6 in the morning and going on 2 o'clock," McCree shouts louder than usually so the woman can hear it too. "Yeah talking about you… I ain't stalling," McCree then says in a more honeyed voice to Hanzo. "Anyway, I want to address something with ya. Ignore that little spat,"

"You are stammering," Hanzo scolds the man not sure if he wanted to know what McCree was going to say. "If you are wasting my time…"

"I'm getting there. Ain't gonna waste your time," McCree insists. He then clears his voice a couple times before he asks. "Well, you know how we are together and yet we never had gone on a single date?"

"Date?" Hanzo grabs his arm out of a nervous jester. Instinctively his eyes dart around the room he was in. Afraid Genji could be lurking around. When the coast is clear Hanzo softly whispers. "You know very well why we have not. I am not comfortable with the idea of people finding out this little secret,"

"What if we do it anyway?"

"I'm afraid I will have to decline this invitation,"

"If yer worried about people finding out, I've already thought around that,"

Hanzo doubts the man. "You thinking ahead? Unheard of,"

"Hey now, I am smarter than you give me credit for. My head just goes dim when I'm around ya," Hanzo could not hide his smile at McCree's excuse. McCree goes on to say. "You know that nature park near yer house? Genji showed me it last time I visited. There is a long route called North Bass Trail. Heard of it?"

Hanzo decided to hear out the man. "Yes, I know it."

"No one walks the trail because it doesn't go near any of the other more popular sights. It being almost winter and all makes the chance of encountering any lug down to zero," McCree adds. "It's pretty deep in the woods too. So no one will see us together. Also, if anyone is coming up the trail. We will know right away because we got some good senses required in our line of work,"

"I am afraid I am sticking with my first answer," Hanzo leans on his kitchen counter. Looking over his shoulder once more and Hanzo coyly says. "You are not convincing me in the slightest, Jesse,"

"I ain't done yet. I got a checklist of reasons, hoss,"

"Not really fond of lists," Hanzo closes his eyes as he enjoyed messing with the cowboy. "I do not have that much time to talk. So it's a no,"

"Oh come on, Partner," McCree's voice goes silent and then says."The old lady a few seats over says you sound cute and also that you should loosen up,"

"I am hanging up," Hanzo did not approve of McCree's big mouth. "Do not call again,"

"No don't hang up. Sorry," McCree pleads with Hanzo. "I didn't say who you are to them. So please stay with me," Hanzo scoffs to let McCree know he didn't hang up and was still listening. "I really want to go out with ya when I get there. Not just bum around your house,"

"I do not know, Jesse," Hanzo says annoyed. "I have no patience for you at the moment. Maybe you should take a train somewhere else."

"Just hear me out. We meet at the park, no one will be around to see us, and I can give you the gift that I got for ya."

"A gift?"

"Yes," McCree could hear the surprise in the man's voice. "Got ya little something-something,"

"Why would you get me a gift?" Hanzo asks. "Is there a reason?"

"No reason,"

"Is it a bribe?"

"It's not a bribe you crabapple. I just wanted to give ya something," McCree laughs at Hanzo's confusion. "Couples do that. Is that so hard to believe?"

"No I suppose not," Hanzo says quietly. "I am not used to receiving gifts from someone who does not have an ulterior motive,"

"Don't got one to speak of. If you need me to have one. I guess my motive is wanting you to be happy?" McCree questions. "Is that so bad?"

"Right. You are not the type to do such things as bribery," Hanzo whispers. "You are too kind and I have forgotten this. I must apologize,"

"Ya gonna make me blush… No need for sorries. Back in the day, I would have bribed ya just to look at me." McCree coos as he could feel Hanzo eyes roll at him.

"There is no need for you to give me anything," Hanzo wonders aloud. "I do not know how I feel about making you go out of your way too,"

"Malarkey, I'm gonna give it to you and you can't stop me," McCree goes on to ask again. "Are you still sideways on the whole date idea? I won't be going out of my way then,"

Cupping his chin, Hanzo thinks to himself before answering the man. "If… you are so keen on it. I suppose… we can," He could hear the rambunctious man cheer with other people around him. Snapping out of the sappy mood. Hanzo gave a stern warning. "If you do anything questionable. You will regret this Jesse,"

"Understood, Crabapple," McCree goes on to say. "Tomorrow at 4. Meet me at the red bench half way up the trail. There is a rock right next to it that kind of looks like Winston's head,"

"Please stop calling me crabapple," Hanzo groans as he writes down the vague directions on the back of a take-out menu. McCree then gives his farewells before hanging up the phone.

Now Hanzo finds himself here in the cold, a day later, making his way up to town. Yes, up to town and not to the park.

In his stubbornness, he thought if McCree was going to give him a gift, he will give one back. That is what couples do after all, but he had no idea of what an appropriate gift would be to give McCree. Usually, in situations like this, he would commission someone to craft a weapon of some sort. There is no time for that. He only has a couple hours. All while McCree had x amount of time to find something. Also, he doesn't think McCree would appreciate a sword.

Hanzo pondered to himself as he found himself walking by window displays by window displays. Nothing seems to jump out to him that would interest his cowboy. He could not ask anyone because that was too embarrassing for a couple reasons. One being that McCree is a modern day cowboy and that's kind of hard to describe to someone without sounding crazy.

Nuzzling up into his scarf he begins to list what McCree liked. Using his fingers he counts out: drinking, smoking, motorcycles, pointy boot stars that he wasn't sure what they were called in English (so spurs), old James bond movies, New Mexico's hot air balloons, sex… Arby's curly fries?

Sighing, Hanzo goes with the first option of booze. So Hanzo stops on by a liquor store.

Nevertheless, Hanzo being stubborn when it comes to help, got very annoyed by the salesman's eagerness to do exactly that: help. So he ended up scaring him off for bothering him. But right away, Hanzo became stumped by the rows of brown bottles before him. All he knew was that McCree liked bourbon whiskey. Hanzo once caught him gargling it in the morning before. He made him spit it out and use mouth wash. So he really knew that he loved the stuff.

In the liquor shop, however, there was a lot of those to choose from. So he shoots for a higher end bottle of the caramel color alcohol. Knocking the choices down to about five different brewers. Of that selection before him, he made a conscious decision to pick the one with the horse on it. The logic behind it was simple: Cowboys ride horses. McCree is a cowboy. He has to like horses. Unfortunately, that bottle with the bucking bronco on it was $2100.85 plus tax. Hanzo still ends up buying it. Seeing how he didn't really spend money on luxury items often. He thought the price was affordable to splurge on someone like McCree.

Leaving the shop, Hanzo still did not feel like he solved his problem.

The bag that carried the expensive glass bottle was light. Light in the terms that it seemed like it was not enough to be considered a gift. Even if he spent way more then he thought he was going to spend on McCree. It wasn't enough in his eyes.

Walking pass a floral shop he thought about giving the cowboy flowers. Is that a strange gift to give to a man? Would he even like them? Hanzo also questions the meaningfulness of flowers. They were just a cheap last resort gift and there is little to no thought put into them.

Yet Hanzo stops in his tracks. In the little floral shop window is a very tiny red and blue pot. It is about 3 inches tall and growing in it was an equally as tiny pale green cactus. Topping the green cushion was a ton of little spines and needles.

Hanzo stands there outside the shop for a good while. He stares at the little cactus behind the glass. He wonders if the cowboy would like such a small plant. What need would it serve for McCree to have one? Practicality was always the number one thing on Hanzo's list, but he wasn't looking for something for himself. He was looking for a gift for his cowboy. Though he was still not sure if he would like it or not.

Hanzo gives a sigh as he recites to himself: it's the thought that counts and he should not over think it. He convinces himself into purchasing the little cactus. The woman, who is the cashier and owner of the floral shop, was overjoyed that he was buying the small plant. Hanzo could see the sheepish look on her face grow to a big smile when he placed the cactus on the counter. The soft-spoken cashier comments. "If you don't mind me saying. I saw you standing outside for quite some time,"

"Yes, I know. I apologize if I was bothering you," Hanzo mutters back at her. He is not in a very chatty mood.

"Oh no, not at all!" The woman ensures the grumpy old Hanzo. "I was just a bit concerned that you weren't going to come in and buy Berry," Hanzo gave the woman an unimpressed look mixed with a bit of confusion by the name. She quickly says. "Haha I'm sorry, Berry is the name of this little one right here," She points to the cactus

"You named it?" Hanzo asks.

"Yep, I name all my favorite plants, but um…" She tries smiling again at Hanzo, who still gave her a dull scowl. "Berry is the last one I have. Well until next season we get some more succulents... It just seems like no one wanted this little guy and it's already winter," The woman then asks. "Would you be so kind as to keep his name as Berry? You don't have too, but all even give you a discount if you do,"

"It's a gift…" Hanzo admits. Thinking for a second before he responds. "I do not think they would mind that it has a name,"

"Oh goodie!" The woman giggles. "It's even better now that I know it's a gift," The woman takes an extra 30% off the little Berry, rather than the 10 she was originally going to do. She even places it in a special gift container. Now Berry won't be hurt by the cold and won't poke holes in the bag. No charge included. The woman goes as far as to tie a bright yellow ribbon around it. Yellow because she saw the yellow hair band that Hanzo was wearing. Also yellow is the symbol of joy and happiness too. Perfect for a gift.

Leaving the flower shop with his new buddy Berry. Hanzo starts his way to the nature park.

At first, when arriving at the park, Hanzo feels fine. Fine as in a bit grumpy that it was so bloody cold outside and he had to walk deep into the woods. Once Hanzo made it to his destination; the little red bench half way up the trail. The place was indeed isolated and there was a rock that kind of did looked like Winston's head. He is in fact at the right place, but Hanzo began to have his second thoughts.

Hanzo, studying the bench, feeling nervous about the whole thing. It's the first time he felt nervous about trivial things like dates or gifts. If anything he never cared about it before. Well not until he began having a relationship with McCree did that all change. This intimate relationship, that they shared together, made him want to care. Other "lovers" he had in past were nothing like this. Most were fronts for his family's illegal dealings to a lot of meaningless sex. To him, relationships used to be business and hook ups were only basic sexual relief for him. There is no love in it and no feelings were involved. That was fine by him. He thought he liked it that McCree came along and mucked it all up for him.

Now it was all about feelings. Very complex and strange feelings. An area that Hanzo was not very good in. It made him awkward and angry. But it also made him feel lonely when McCree was away and happy when he was close. It became hard to talk to him normally and yet easier to open up to him. letting his guard down when they were together. He felt like McCree understood him. That McCree knew that Hanzo is trying his best to show him affection. Trying his best to show the cowboy that he really cared. Things like gifts are one of the easiest ways to show someone that. Even this was hard for him…

Hanzo keeps on second guessing himself about the gifts. They were nothing real special. In his opinion, he could have done better with more time. He thought maybe he shouldn't give them to the man at all. That McCree would probably not like them. His mind just keeps going to that negative direction of thought.

Sighing as he takes his place on the bench in the cold. Hanzo places his bag down underneath the wooden seat. In hopes in catching the warmth of his breath. Hanzo pulls his scarf up and over his nose. Keeping his chin and cheeks warm as he could. The chilly air seeps right through his layers of fabric he wore. All while the wind brushes through the trees above and winter birds chirp their hearts out on the branches.

To pass the time he takes out a paperback book. A small one that could fit in his coat pocket. This paperback is a very old copy of Jack London's Classic: White Fang. It's cover was well worn with a white and brown wolf dog on it. Each page had that yellowish tint of age to them and ever so often a corner page would be creased down. Its spine was in bad shape making the paperback look misshapen. Some pages were even taped in, it was that bad of shape. It's as if it could fall apart at any minute in the man's hands. Though it didn't.

Hanzo had read this book many times before. It was one of his favorites. Hanzo always found himself reading it when the temperature began to drop outside. The idea of sled dogs intrigued the man and made him think of winter. He also likes wolves and dogs just in general. He loves their traits of being loyal and their undying obligation to their leaders. Something he wishes most people had.

Anyway, In much regret, Hanzo forgot to bring his gloves. The cold burns against his fingers. They became a pale red. The color stands out against the dry crumpled pages of his book. However, Hanzo ignored the pain and focuses on reading. He wants to pass this time with written words, other than being victim to his thoughts and the cold.

The time trickles on by in a blur. Before Hanzo knew it the time was up. His killer instincts do not sleep, even on days off, for Hanzo knew someone was making their way in his direction. A little more than 6 yards away, he made out the footsteps. Each step they took hit the ground with a thud. A heavy thud that, if on pavement, would have made a sharp click. Hanzo could tell right away, without looking up from his paperback, who was approaching him.

Hanzo doesn't greet the man towering before him. Even when the man outstretched his arms as to present himself. Not caring to give a glance up at him, Hanzo enjoys making him struggle for his attention. Hanzo would not admit that to him as it's more of a guilty pleasure not needing to be spoken aloud.

Being ignored was not on the agenda today. So the cowboy exclaims playfully in his husky tone. "I'm freezing my balls off here, partner, and you aren't gonna say anything? No hello. No, It's been awhile? A simple howdy would do,"

Honestly, Hanzo could not expect anything less graceful than that of McCree's greeting. Hanzo hides his smirk behind his scarf. Closing his book, Hanzo slips it back into his pocket. He looks up at McCree, who was in his heavy brown beat up parka. Patches and snares could be seen everywhere on it. Along with the snares, there were tufts of white fur peeking out from under the sleeves. He also wore brown leather gloves and well-worn boots. Regardless of the temperature, McCree also wears his signature hat all year round. That means today too.

After inspecting the man, Hanzo scoffs. He then says snugly narrowing his eyes onto McCree's face. "The rules of the park say you can not mess with the wildlife. So shoo," He flicks his wrist at McCree.

"Ha ha ha. Good one slick," McCree snorts back sarcastically fixing his hat on his head. "You real stand-up comedian,"

"You would be the first to say that," Hanzo responds dryly. He crosses his arms just as a gust of wind hits them hard. Shredding right through their coats. It made them both shiver and scrunch up their noses at the same time. McCree could also hear Hanzo grumble under his breath at the cold. Can't say he wasn't bothered by the cold either. He was born in New Mexico for pete sakes.

McCree slumps right down next to the bitter Hanzo. He leans backward and forwards as he shoves his hands in his jacket pockets. Doing all this in the hopes of finding shelter from the cold. "Could have been better weather today," McCree exhales harshly at the chill around them. "I heard freezing to death ain't that bad."

"I have a question," Hanzo says to the man who wasn't taking to the cold too well.

"Shoot for it, hoss, I'm not a popsicle yet,"

"Why were you so determined for this?" Hanzo asks gesturing around them. "When I have a very nice warm home?"

"It's because you are stubborn as a mule and have rules for everything we do together," McCree retorts and then straightens up so he was eye level with Hanzo. "There is also doing this outside closed doors," Taking his finger he hooks onto Hanzo scarf. McCree pulls it down so he could give Hanzo a quick kiss on the lips.

Hanzo stares a moment at McCree. He tries to keep a stoic face. It seems to come out all wrong. It ends up making him have a flustered scowl. "Your lips are chapped," He doesn't mean to complain. He actually really enjoys when McCree does stuff like that. However, he feels awkward for liking it. So being mean is his natural response. He also was this strong warrior, that supposed to show confidence and skill in everything he does.

So It's kind of… No, it's really embarrassing in his eyes. Just to think that he melts at a single kiss from a cowboy. Hell, even a wink gets him worked up in his head. Burning a fire under his skin.

McCree, on the other side of things, loves to see Hanzo get all flustered. It makes his day every time. It almost scary that Hanzo can be a stone cold killer one moment to a bashful wreck the next. It makes McCree smile. In his mind, Hanzo is a two sided man and that he was the only one who get to see both sides of him.

Sweet moments aside, McCree snaps his fingers remembering something. "Oh, before I forgot. I got dat gift for ya I mentioned,"

Hanzo fixes his scarf over his red nose. He closes his eyes as he says "Yes and I got you something too,"

"Ya did-"

Interrupting the man right away, Hanzo stubbornly says. "Since it did not feel right for me to be the only one to receive something," Hiding his nervousness with a bitter voice. "If you do not want them. I understand. They are not that important,"

"I'd hang myself before I'd say no to something like that," McCree huffs leaning back against the bench. Fixing his hat on his head, He smirks at the man.

"Very well," Hanzo trying to disregard the happy look on McCree's face. He honestly says. "I am not sure how much you will like them,"

"I ain't a complicated man. You could have given me a coupon for Arby's," McCree comments as Hanzo leans down to get the bag. "Hell, I'd settled for Jack in the Box coupons too, but not taco bell. I like my Mexican food real,"

McCree happily talks away about fast food joints completely forgetting he was receiving anything. Hanzo sighs at the man. McCree never spoke this much when he is around others, but somehow he never shuts up when they were alone together. Hanzo, looking in the bag, decides to take out the expensive bottle of bourbon whiskey first. He hands the bottle to the man. "Here, I wasn't sure what one you liked…"

McCree inspects it and right way recognizes the brand. "Who the hell did you kill to get this?" McCree undoes the seal to have a little smell and a tiny taste. Somehow that confirms the authenticity of it. "This is almost worth two grand,"

"It's more than two grand actually…" Hanzo says. "If you do not like-"

"No, I ain't giving it back," McCree snorts interrupting Hanzo. He held the bottle tightly in his hands and even turned his back to Hanzo. "You already have given it to me. It's mine. I'll shine out of here if you try to take it,"

Hanzo, a bit relieved, sighs. "I am thankful you like it,"

"Are you kidding? I would settle for cheap moonshine, but you got me top of the line whiskey. How can I not like it?" McCree then squints at Hanzo. "I'm a little upset that you spent more than a grand on me. What's wrong with you. Have you seen me,"

"Much is wrong with me," Hanzo exhales harshly. He then says. "I guess if you are so settled on the bottle you don't want this," Hanzo showed him the gift box that had a bright yellow ribbon on it.

McCree quickly stuffs the bottle in his jacket pocket. You know for safe keeping. McCree takes the box from Hanzo. "I hope it's another bottle of booze," Hanzo gives him a look. "Just kidding,"

Opening it up, McCree lifts up a translucent cylinder out of it. Blinking a couple of times at the little green plant inside it. He stares at it for a good while, before looking up at Hanzo, and then back down at it. "Where did you get this?"

"A floral shop in town," Hanzo says not sure what McCree was thinking. "It… has a name,"

"It does?"

"Berry,"

"Berry?" McCree whispers to himself looking down at the little cactus. Studying the cactus for a moment he then looks up at Hanzo. "Can it have a last name too?"

"Yes," Hanzo says back to the man. "I don't think there are any rules when it comes to naming plants,"

"Okay," McCree holds little Berry in his lap. He doesn't say what he was thinking. He only holds onto the small plant. Hanzo wonder if his silence meant he did not like it or he was just thinking of a name. He waits quietly for McCree to say something. After a short while, he does.

"I have ta say… " He begins, but then stops. McCree then exhales his warm breath into the air, while he moves Berry to his side. He then continues. "You trumped my gift by a mile, hoss," Reaching into his bourbon free pocket, McCree pulls out a small rectangular present. He leans his forearms onto his thighs. "It's not worth a grand, but it's something I really wanted to give you. I guess for a long time," He nods his head to Hanzo to pick up the present out of his hand. Taking the small present from the Cowboy's glove, Hanzo studies the box. It is silver in color with a white ribbon on it. Opening it up carefully Hanzo's eyes grew wide at the sight inside.

A dark black and purplish flint arrowhead necklace shimmers inside. A thin leather rope was carefully tied around the old arrowhead pendant. No beading was necessary or included; for there was an elaborate string of knots that decorates up the rope. It made it look complex and simple at the same time.

"I hope you don't mind that I added the leather…" McCree smiles. "It would be kind'a funny if you carried an arrowhead in your pocket now,"

Hanzo had no words to say to the cowboy. He is in fact utterly speechless. The arrowhead necklace took his breath away. He felt like it had more meaning to it than just an arrowhead. Hanzo didn't even want to hold it either. He is afraid that he might tarnish it somehow with his touch. How can he accept something as special as this?

McCree, seeing the vexed look on Hanzo's face, whispers in a low quiet voice. "An old man, who I really looked up to as a kid back in New Mexico, gave me that. He said I should give it to someone I really cared for." McCree tries to make it sound not such a big of a deal. Though to him, it was. "Then again he was the town drunk and whipped my ass for skipping school for poker," Hanzo turns his head up from the arrowhead and stares at McCree with a blank look. This look catches the man off-guard. McCree tries to say something, but Hanzo stretches his hand up to McCree's face.

"Shut up," Hanzo softly says and gives the man a long kiss. After parting, the both of them put their foreheads together. At that moment, all they felt was each other. Hanzo closes his eyes and with a slight smile thanks, McCree in a whisper. "I'm very thankful that you are giving this to me. So Arigatō, Jesse." Hanzo then admits to McCree. "I do not think I deserve such a valuable thing as this,"

"No, hoss," McCree coos. He kisses Hanzo on the forehead. "It's something I really want you to have. To show how much you mean to me" McCree then huffs. "Don't think I just let any sidewinder take my heart. If I didn't think they deserve it," He gives Hanzo another kiss. McCree then lets Hanzo look back down a the arrowhead. Hanzo still did not want to hold it. He was fine just looking at it in the silver box. Though McCree thought otherwise. "Come on, put it on. It won't break if you touch it, partner,"

Sighing at the thought, Hanzo finally picks up the necklace lightly between his fingers. "I still do not feel like I deserve it, Jesse," Before another word can escape from their mouths. A fairly large magpie swoops down and snatches the pendant right out of his hand.

McCree and Hanzo's eyes follow the bird in disbelief. The magpie chooses to fly straight up a giant evergreen standing behind them. Leaving them both stunned in the cold.

McCree, hiding how pissed he is, reaches down to his gun. In his really low gruff voice, he mutters. "Never ate me some magpie pie before," His brown pupils drift to the corner his eye to look at Hanzo. "I ain't letting no good varmint take- Hanzo?" McCree turns his head to look at the now empty seat beside him. Hanzo was gone. Missing. Vanished. All that was left was a cold eerie feeling. McCree whips his head to the evergreen to see Hanzo at the base of it.

Hanzo was looking up at the tree with his hand placed on its trunk. He was scoping out the branches above. Evergreens are not the best tree for climbing. They have thin bendy branches that can't handle that much weight. It's common sense not to climb them, but for Hanzo, it is an easy task. Without so much as a word to the cowboy, Hanzo starts climbing up the tree. He is gone in seconds. Determined to get the necklace back.

As for McCree, he leans up and against the bench with his arms stretched out along the back. He slips his hat down over his eyes. No need to waste any energy in the cold yelling after him. It sure made him mad, that Hanzo did even say a word to him. He also wonders if Hanzo was fast enough to catch the damn bird, but then again judging by how fast he can climb, he has a good chance.

Not long until McCree hears Hanzo muffled call. "Oi, cowboy," McCree looks over to his right. To his utter surprise, McCree sees Hanzo hanging upside down from a different tree right beside him. Hanzo's yellow hair band flutters in the wind. The arrowhead necklace, now around his neck, dangles along with the yellow band. His red scarf, replaced by the necklace, was now being held between his teeth.

"Could have given me a heads up, compadre, before doing something crazy like that," McCree grunts at the upside down man. "Could of shot ya,"

"I dought I'd let you shoot me," Hanzo eyes look up and down the cowboy as he says. "And also what an idiotic thing to say. Climbing a tree is not that insane,"

"Climbing an 180-foot tree after a bird, yeah not loco," McCree snarks back at Hanzo.

"I have climbed up the outside of Tokyo Tower for a hit before," Hanzo muffles at McCree. "I do not think a tree is that bad," Hanzo then spits out the scarf to the ground. "Grab that for me,"

On demand McCree gets up to snatch the scarf off the ground, while Hanzo disappears back into the tree. "Well sorry, I ain't no ninja. I like my boots firmly on the ground. Thank ya very much," McCree grumbles as he reaches down to grab the scarf. "Not the point I was trying to make," All of a sudden, he felt something heavy hit his back. Hanzo had slipped down and out of the tree and onto McCree's back. He then volts off him. He effortlessly lands back to the bench. McCree almost falls over and face first into the ground. Luckily getting his footing. He whips around and gave Hanzo the most unpleasant glare he had in his arsenal.

Rolling his eye at the man, pissing him off more, Hanzo sits down on the bench like he did nothing wrong. He stretches out his hand. McCree could not believe the Hanzo attitude. Hanzo grunts as if it was such a bother even to stretch out his hand. "Give it to me,"

"I'll give you something all right,' McCree mutters stomping over to Hanzo. He had forgotten how infuriating Hanzo could be at times. Yep, it wasn't just Hanzo who gets irritated. McCree gets just as mad at him, but he just better at controlling it.

McCree slams the scarf into Hanzo's hand. However, he did not expect Hanzo to hold onto his hand tightly. So tightly he could not move it away. McCree, completely forgetting he was mad at him, watches Hanzo fish out the scarf between their hands. "What are you doing?" McCree mutters to Hanzo. As McCree expected, Hanzo doesn't say anything back to him. So McCree stays quiet and lets the man do his thing.

Once freeing the scarf, Hanzo goes on to pull McCree down next to him. Hanzo then lets go of McCree's glove to fix the scarf back onto his neck. Once done with that he shows the man his hands. They were wet from climbing through the trees after the bird. His fingers stung in the cold, but being also wet made them hurt way more. It did not help that he has forgotten his gloves as well. In a quiet voice, Hanzo mutters bitterly at the cowboy. "I am cold," McCree can see the troubled look on Hanzo face as he tried to form the words. "Can you…" He gives up quickly and bites his lip in frustration. Instead of asking the cowboy. Hanzo decides to take the ends of his scarf and loop them over McCree's neck. This, in turn, pulls McCree closer to him. He hopes the cowboy gets the clue of what he wanted.

In a quiet voice, Hanzo mutters bitterly at the cowboy. "I am cold," McCree can see the troubled look on Hanzo face as he tried to form the words. "Can you… forget it," He gives up quickly and bites his lip in frustration. Instead of asking the cowboy. Hanzo decides to take the ends of his scarf and loop them over McCree's neck. This, in turn, pulls McCree closer to him. He hopes the cowboy gets the clue of what he wanted.

"I see," McCree got what Hanzo was trying to ask. "Ya could've just said so, crabapple," McCree wraps his arms around Hanzo. McCree holds him up against to his chest. He takes his gloved hands and holds together Hanzo's bear ones. Bring a satisfying relief to the sore fingers. McCree reinsures Hanzo. "It's fine to ask me for some extra warmth," Hanzo doesn't say anything back at the man. He was busy enjoying his newfound comfort. So McCree only hugs the man harder while saying. "I'm freezing my jimmies here anyway. So I need some of your warmth too,"

"Don't ruin the moment," Hanzo says annoyed by McCree's mannerisms.

Absorbing the heat of the other, Hanzo nuzzles against him harder. McCree could bearly keep the smile off his face at Hanzo's behavior. "I'll try not to," McCree whispers in a hushed voice. "I'll try not to,"

Author's note* There are going to be way more chapters coming up... so be happy? Be sad? Be awkward? I dunno be something. I also think I made this chapter way too long~