PAINED outcry has reyes stepping back, lacking SYMPATHY in expression, but of at least enough consideration to give jesse a moment to COLLECT himself— in place of consolation there sits a FROWN on the commander’s countenance, a raised BROW as he addresses subordinate ;

                                 “ how do you plan on LEARNING if there’s no INCENTIVE ?”

    in this case, not getting hit.

                                      “ i expect you to be able to TAKE a PUNCH, mccree. ”

     I expect you to be able to take a punch, McCree. Jesse scoffs and wipes the blood trailing from one nostril on the back of his hand, resisting the urge to toss back Reyes’ words mockingly. It doesn’t actually feel broken, but it will most certainly bruise, and what’s up with that? Up and ruinin’ his appearance like that. . .

     It ain’t fair, Reyes going up against a 17 year old without holding back. Course, he’d be bitter if Reyes was holding back, and he did specifically tell him not to, but still! He’ll be forever unsatisfied, it seems.

     “I’ll show you a punch,” he growls after he’s recovered from the stinging burn that had previously overtaken his senses, words kept under his breath if only for the sake of surprise as he throws himself back at the man, swinging himself around and into the very same mean right hook Reyes had oh-so-kindly given him a demonstration of several bruising blows before the last. His fist cuts through the air like a particularly large bullet, and he expects it to miss like the last few —

     Ah, Halloween. One of Jesse’s favorite holidays, right next to… Every other holiday. There’s always been something special about the family ones, and now that this goddamn team has given him a goddamn conscience, there’s something even more special about them. Not that he considers Overwatch ( or Blackwatch, God forbid ⁠— ) to be his family, or anything. That’s just ridiculous.

     In fact, he only sticks around because it’s funny to mess with them, that’s it. First chance he gets, first time they get boring, he’s booking it back to Deadlock. A few sweet words, that good ol’ charming grin, and Ashe’d surely melt and let him right back in.

     Gabriel’s voice snaps him out of his daily escape plan and brings him sharply back to the present, where he’s holding a rather sizeable pumpkin waiting to be carved. He was just about to bring it to Genji, asking if he could use those fancy ninja stars of his to make it look like his face, but this presents a better opportunity… Jesse’s eyes narrow as he looks over at Gabe, and at the same time, his lips curl up into a smirk. It’s a look surely everyone is familiar with by now  ⁠—

      ⁠— It’s the look he gives when he’s about to be a little shit.

     “This pumpkin?” Jesse bats his gleaming eyes and adjusts the pumpkin in his arm, as though Reyes could be talking about any other pumpkin in this situation. While holding dead eye contact, Jesse reaches out, scoops up a plastic skeleton from the table, where it’s waiting to be placed, and sets the pumpkin down in its place. He backs up, still keeping his eyes locked on Gabriel, and moves around until he reaches another pumpkin; aaand… Shuffled.