#fareehaw

Ashe seducing Ana is worse because it gives Ashe a weird sense of authority over him and she rubs his nose in it a lot more.

Ashe: I’m pretty much your daddy now.

McCree: Please never say that sentence again.

Ashe: Don’t be like that, son.

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Ashe: *mindlessly playing with Pharah’s hair beads while Pharah sleeps*

Pharah: *grunts in her sleep* 

Ashe: *stops*

Pharah: *opens one eye* You can keep going if you want.

Ashe: Sorry they’re just... shiny.

Pharah: *snorts* I don’t mind. I like having my hair played with.

Ashe: Good to know, bluebird. Now, your thoughts on hair-pulling?

McCree: She’s smart, but she doesn’t know you like I do.

Ashe: You don’t know me.

McCree: I know you’re a pain in the ass. That’s what I know.

Ashe: *examining her nails* Mm.

McCree: She’s good people, Ashe. And I won’t have you messing with her just to get to me.

Ashe: *glances up from her nails* Tch. Poor Jesse McCree can’t fathom that people can like other people without it having anything to do with him. *leans forward* I’m not with her because it bothers you, though I won’t lie, it is fun to watch you twist in the wind. I know she’s good people. And you can rest assured that I’ll put a hell of a lot more care into this relationship than you did with ours. 

McCree: ...

Ashe: You assume I kept Deadlock going out of some kind of spite or longing for you. I didn’t. I kept Deadlock going because they’re my family. And I give a shit about them. I give a shit about people, Jesse. 

McCree: You give a shit about people you can control.

Ashe: No-no-no--See... you’re not easy to control, you’re just predictable. Big difference.

McCree: And Pharah? What about her?

Ashe: If you think I’m trying to control her, you don’t know me and you sure as hell don’t know her.

McCree: So I’m just supposed to believe you have no ulterior motives here?

Ashe: ...I mean... getting laid? But I think I’m being pretty straightforward about that. Not really ulterior.

McCree: For god’s sake--

Ashe: Now maybe you operate under the assumption that Fareeha is your sweet baby sister whose virtue you must protect because, hey, turning everyone in this fucked up organization into some sort of family member helped you cope with pretty much wearing an ankle bracelet with them. But let’s be clear here: You ‘protecting’ Fareeha isn’t about Fareeha. You protecting Fareeha is about you. She’s a grown-ass woman, Jesse. If she was objecting to my having a finger in her pie, I assure you, she would let me know.

McCree: ...Please never say “finger in her pie” again.