[76 knew that, aside from Jesse McCree and himself, there was no one left who knew Gabriel Reyes so well. He knew the tells, knew when something as simple as a quiet presence was necessary to keep the brain worms at bay for a little bit. He knew the Reyes who smiled, who snarled, who made brilliant and terrible decisions, who had found somewhat of a life here and knew at any moment it could be stripped away.
He knew what it cost Reyes to lose everyone. He knew what it cost Reyes to call him in. He knew that the night would be long for them both. Nights like these always were.
Still, he could appreciate the quiet 'clink' of their bottles together, and it might very well the closest they managed to a real call back to the old days. Once the toast was sealed, he lifted the bottle to his lips and drank for him, limiting himself.
He hummed low in his throat and let them get on with the real drinking then.]
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He knew what it cost Reyes to lose everyone. He knew what it cost Reyes to call him in. He knew that the night would be long for them both. Nights like these always were.
Still, he could appreciate the quiet 'clink' of their bottles together, and it might very well the closest they managed to a real call back to the old days. Once the toast was sealed, he lifted the bottle to his lips and drank for him, limiting himself.
He hummed low in his throat and let them get on with the real drinking then.]