Hat: Part 2
Hanzo spotted McCree sitting by himself at one of the tables that was set up outside. The cowboy's hat was placed on the table and he appeared to be writing something in a notebook.
It was already unusual to see the gunslinger alone, but Hanzo began to realize that he really didn't know anything about the man. What was he doing out here by himself? And what could he be writing in that notebook?
Against his better judgment, Hanzo allowed his curiosity to carry him to McCree's side. The bowman stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say. Thankfully, the tanned man didn't seem to notice him standing there in a stupor. He didn't really have anything to say to the cowboy. It wasn't as if they were close and as he'd already discovered, the two barely knew each other.
But after standing there for a while, Hanzo started to feel like a creep, a weirdo. He had to say something, even if only something simple.
"Hello, McCree."
The gunslinger appeared a bit startled, so he must not have noticed Hanzo standing there. He closed his notebook and looked up at the archer. "Hey, Shimada."
That probably would have been the extent of their conversation if Hanzo didn't come up with something fast. He wasn't even sure why he'd gone over to bother the man in the first place and now he was desperate to find a reason to be there.
"What are you doing all by yourself out here?" Hanzo asked. Surely it was a valid and logical question.
A gentle smile tugged at McCree's lips. "That's what I usually ask you. Now yer the one askin' me."
"True. But usually, you are surrounded by friends. It is rare to see you alone."
McCree nodded and smiled completely. "Yer right. But I felt like havin' a li'l quiet time."
It was at that point that Hanzo decided that he was bothering the cowboy. "Oh. Apologies. I should go." As he turned to leave, he felt a hand around his wrist.
"But like I always say," McCree added, "ya don't hafta be alone to have quiet."
Hanzo was a little surprised at how long McCree held onto his wrist before he let go. Perhaps the gunslinger really wanted him to stay. "Am I not interrupting whatever you were doing there?" the shorter man asked, pointing to McCree's notebook.
The cowboy looked at his notebook, then back at Hanzo. "That? That's just a hobby. Nothin' important."
That statement piqued Hanzo's curiosity again. He finally sat across from McCree and glanced at the notebook one more time.
"It's just poetry. My sorry attempt at poetry anyways," McCree explained.
Hanzo was glad that he didn't have to ask about it himself, but now he was even more curious. "You write poetry?" It was a stupid question, but it was so unexpected to hear that he had to ask anyway.
The gunman chuckled. "I'm gonna hafta say no. That's just what I call it."
Hanzo wanted to ask if he could take a look at it, but they didn't really know each other that well. Maybe one day if they got to know each other better, McCree would let him see that notebook of poetry.