Drowsiness

The echoing footfall of boots, heels, and anything in between, not at all excluding the imposing stomps of one military grade MEKA unit, did resound within the body of the VTOL craft. After the grueling mission they'd undergone it wasn't much of a surprise to see the agents slinking off to their respective corners on board, whether it was tinkering with their machinery or taking up piloting the eyesore of a transport (as Lena often wound up doing). Though McCree had on his part stolen a spot right beside Angela on the cushions. Reclining back he noted she was more interested in the passing landscape that could be seen through the windowed hatch nearby.

"Penny for your thoughts there, darlin'? Here I was saunterin' over to keep a certain someone company an' they ain't even takin' notice to it. Why I'm feelin' a touch hurt here, wounded even." Bringing up the back of his hand he can't help but let it slide across his brow as if he were to faint.

Angela for her part could not help the giggle that drew passed her lips. "Jesse, you are absolutely the most ridiculous man I've ever known." Her elbow playfully nudges in against his side and he can't help his own throaty chuckle from being let out either. His arm slinging across her shoulder a bit as he draws her in just a bit more. Something she doesn't at all seem too opposed to despite the openness of the display.

"Now that doesn't sound much like a bad thing to me, an' you know? I haven't heard all that many complaints outside your own." The grin that began to play on his lips hinted at something more teasing though he never quite pressed it as anything else.

"Perhaps they're simply being mindful not to offend, we wouldn't want our dearest gunslinger teased too badly for his endearing antics." She reaches out with her free hand, pinches his cheek, and then of course loses that hand to the gentle grip of his other. Worn and rough fingers drawing across the underside of her palm before giving it an affectionate squeeze. She watches them for a moment before adjusting her hand's position in his hold, lacing fingers between his. "Though I'm willing to concede my opinion at the moment, it isn't much of the time to argue anyway…"

Her words drift just a bit as she lets more of her weight fall against the gunslinger. He doesn't mind, doesn't protest, doesn't even make a sound of discomfort despite the way one of her wings digs in against an area the armor of his doesn't quite cover either. Well, okay, maybe he'd just gently adjust where it was pushing in against and— oh that's instant relief right there. Still that moment aside he doesn't stop her from leaning in where she pleases, one of his hands brushing against the loose strands of hair that fall out of place, she'd certainly worked hard today. Kept the lot of them alive on more than one occasion, she really deserved the rest she desired here and he wasn't about to muck that up for her.

His own eyes did grow a bit heavy he noted, but he kept them open long enough as she muttered out a single question this time around. "Promise you won't be gone if I fall asleep again?" It was something he hadn't been expecting, hell it hurt just the slightest bit but he could see why she might have said it. Every bit of fatigue crashing down upon her the way it was he'd be saying something without thinking either… He owed her a reply nonetheless.

"Course not, plannin' on keepin' myself nestled close as long as you'll have me." To drive the point home his hand gave her own another soft squeeze. Out of the corner of his eye he could swear he saw her smile more, though he might just be seeing things.

She didn't seem to reply after that, and in a matter of moments he found himself drifting off just as she had been. To any watching the pair settle on the couch for the trip back none dared to disturb their current rest, and who could blame them really?

It was high time something good came from all the constant struggles and strife.