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*Cassidy was standing in the rain on the edge of Overwatch’s HQ roof, his red serape covering him as he leaned against a rail with his hands in his pockets. He was taking a moment to look over the rain-slicked streets below and think about the road ahead of him. His boots were muddy but he didn't care, it could all be washed away in the morning. He took a drag on the cigarette dangling from the side of his lips, blowing a column of smoke above the wet buildings and into the dimly lit night.**This is where he usually goes when he wanted to be alone, frequently turning off his comms and phone notifications in the process. Little to no one noticed Cassidy’s disappearances and he was grateful for it, but he couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of disappointment at the realization. Right now he didn’t want to talk to anyone, just wanted some solemn alone time with only his thoughts to keep him company.*
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