Just as he went to fire another round your hand clamped over his wrist and forced him to stop. He shot you a quizzical look which you ignored as you stepped past him and crouched down before a pile of broken furniture.
“Sweet-pea get away-” he began before you hushed him.
“You scared, pumpkin?” you mocked, playing his own words against him. “Well prepare to be terrified.”
You slowly stood up, clutching the cause of the commotion against your chest. McCree’s eyebrows shot up when a tiny mewl reached his ears. The kitten stared up at him with wide eyes when you turned and presented it to him. He visibly loosened as relief washed over him. He tucked the gun away and tipped his hat down slightly in an attempt to cover his blush.
“Truly an evil spirit,” you joked, “Maybe we should call it ‘Ghost’, eh?”
“Call it a heart attack, because that's what it gave me,” he chuckled. The bright sound was cut off by a soft knocking from above.
“Do you...wanna leave?” you suggest, a shiver running up your spine.
“Damn right I do,” he replied quickly, wrapping an arm around you and promptly escorting you and your new companion from the decrepit building.
You made a mental note to stick to apple bobbing next year.