[Feelings are stupid, just trying to get him to see things her way. The healthy way. Which involves joking about anything remotely serious.]
Well. I don't think that's exactly fair. [She swirls the whiskey in her glass, peering at McCree carefully.] You're a good man, McCree, and I think you deserve to be with someone who appreciates that.
[ He's always inclined to argue the 'good man' point, but he figures he's putting Fiona through enough right now. So he just smiles half-heartedly, shaking his head. ]
That's real kind of you to say, Miz Fiona.
[ He runs a hand through his thick hair, sighing. ]
Don't suppose this sorta thing has ever come down to what's fair and what's not, though.
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Well. I don't think that's exactly fair. [She swirls the whiskey in her glass, peering at McCree carefully.] You're a good man, McCree, and I think you deserve to be with someone who appreciates that.
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That's real kind of you to say, Miz Fiona.
[ He runs a hand through his thick hair, sighing. ]
Don't suppose this sorta thing has ever come down to what's fair and what's not, though.
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Not really. You just have to decide if it's worth it to stick around, or if you want to cut your losses. But it'll hurt either way, can't help that.