[Not just someone, Zenyatta wanted to say, so many of them believed he could be more than a mask and a deathwish. But that was an old song, and one which did not bear repeating now when they both knew the words so very well.
Possibly it was not a good idea, given that he still did not entirely trust the unexpected development that had been his heart. Yet it felt wrong to leave Gabriel adrift, brushing almost compulsively back through his air with that pensive look in his eyes.]
I have some idea, yes. [Distance, hurt, a confession made too late. As if in quiet mourning for the Gabriel Reyes who'd taken a risk too far he gently took the man's hand from his hair and sandwiched it between both of his own.] But... you healed. You loved and were loved again.
[Zenyatta's voice is just on the edge of a question. He would like to sound like an authority, like he is not a total newcomer to his own feelings, but it does not stick.]
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Possibly it was not a good idea, given that he still did not entirely trust the unexpected development that had been his heart. Yet it felt wrong to leave Gabriel adrift, brushing almost compulsively back through his air with that pensive look in his eyes.]
I have some idea, yes. [Distance, hurt, a confession made too late. As if in quiet mourning for the Gabriel Reyes who'd taken a risk too far he gently took the man's hand from his hair and sandwiched it between both of his own.] But... you healed. You loved and were loved again.
[Zenyatta's voice is just on the edge of a question. He would like to sound like an authority, like he is not a total newcomer to his own feelings, but it does not stick.]