Ah- [Zenyatta flustered briefly, jieba fluttering-] no, you must not apologise for your feelings. [of lack of them, some treacherous part of him added, and if he ever doubted he had a heart it made its presence known with a lurch] I would never ask that of you.
[And Gabriel was right, of course. A thousand and one faults had arisen in that moment to remind him of his faults, his insecurities- is it because I am an omnic, he'd nearly asked, but it had seemed so shamefully unfair that he'd swallowed it back.]
... "part of being alive"... [He sounded soft and wan, a dreamy twilight of a voice, before, faintly, he laughed.] I... suppose it is.
[Like second chances. Like hope. Like friendship.
And before he could quite stop himself Zenyatta found himself sinking sideways, little by little, until his head met the warm shelf of Gabriel's shoulder.]
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[And Gabriel was right, of course. A thousand and one faults had arisen in that moment to remind him of his faults, his insecurities- is it because I am an omnic, he'd nearly asked, but it had seemed so shamefully unfair that he'd swallowed it back.]
... "part of being alive"... [He sounded soft and wan, a dreamy twilight of a voice, before, faintly, he laughed.] I... suppose it is.
[Like second chances. Like hope. Like friendship.
And before he could quite stop himself Zenyatta found himself sinking sideways, little by little, until his head met the warm shelf of Gabriel's shoulder.]
[quietly:] May I? For-- a moment?