[If Gabriel were different, Zenyatta would not have been here now, kneeling on his floor while his chest throbbed with a strange, quiet tumult of contradictory emotions, their ache made all the sweeter by the sound of that laugh. Not amused. Not apologetic. To think that in the beginning he had found Gabriel difficult to read is incredible.

Something to treasure. He looked at Gabriel, and wanted to comb his fingers through those half-curls. He also knew how precious the thread that runs between them was, and how tenuous.]

Your men adored you. [Genji still did.] It is easy to see why.

[It is easy to see now, he clarified silently, and knew he did not need to say it. A pause.]

I cannot imagine why anyone would turn you down. [then, wryly:] Gabriel Reyes, that is. Reaper is another matter.