I’m just imagining Jesse having to fire up the grill at three am in the fall, anyone who happened to be up wondering what the heck he was doing cooking at this hour

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McCree: *standing in his boxer shorts with only his cowboy hat on, cooking a steak*

*A random passerby looks at him, giving him a squinted, confused gaze*

McCree: My wife’s pregnant. 

*Random passerby nods and continues on.*

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