McCree having night terrors over the event that made him lose his arm, Sombra wakes him up, holding him, trying to calm him down. He may tell her what happened, he may not, but he’s just glad she’s here. It’s better than when he’s alone.

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She’ll hold him for as long as it takes. Or even if he doesn’t want to be held. She’ll do whatever he wants her to and get him whatever he needs. Usually, though, it is just being reassured that he’s alright. He’s been alone for so long and for a large part of his life, just been forced to take care of himself without relying too much on anyone. For once, it feels nice to have someone there. He loves the way she holds him close, how she places a kiss to his temple before letting him rest his face in the crook of her neck and cards her fingers through his hair. It’s much easier to go back to sleep after that, or at least settle his mind, still wracked with vivid images of that day. 

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