[ Armin's shivering doesn't escape McCree's notice. Concern creases his features, but he won't press the issue. That ain't decorous. If this kid doesn't want to accept help, then McCree won't force it on him; it's not a life or death situation. Instead, he 'hmns' in his throat as he lets his hands drop. The worried frown turns to a warm grin at the remark--he gets that reference well enough. ]
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More High Noon than anythin' else.
[ Hey, he can admit it. ]