[Zenyatta is prepared now. It does not hurt to see it in Hanzo's eyes whenever they pass beneath the glare of neon, conflict in one hundred colours, or the way he keeps his distance as if emotional intensity were catching. As much as he would like to fold himself into the man's arms- perhaps even take it all back and promise never to bring it up again, though he dismisses the thought a moment later- he knows that Hanzo needs the space to think without the distraction of limbs tangling in his.]
Of course I do. You show me in every moment we spend together.
[With his his smiles, his touch, the way his lips soften against his chrome, in all the ways that matter the most to Zenyatta. Words are unnecessary.
In theory.
In practise (fool that he is, with so very much to learn!) he is aching to hear Hanzo say them back, soft against his neck and unmistakable.
He does not, of course. Instead he finds they have stumbled across familiar ground, and at the very least it is a comfort to be asked, in a manner of speaking, a question to which he has always known the answer.]
If I believed that, I could not love you. [His gaze remains steady and his voice even but for the way it deepens, deep and gentle and almost furtive.] Even in the short time you have spent here you have grown immeasurably. Could you ever have imagined one year ago that you would be living with Genji? That you would be happy together? Or that he would love you as deeply as he did, too?
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Of course I do. You show me in every moment we spend together.
[With his his smiles, his touch, the way his lips soften against his chrome, in all the ways that matter the most to Zenyatta. Words are unnecessary.
In theory.
In practise (fool that he is, with so very much to learn!) he is aching to hear Hanzo say them back, soft against his neck and unmistakable.
He does not, of course. Instead he finds they have stumbled across familiar ground, and at the very least it is a comfort to be asked, in a manner of speaking, a question to which he has always known the answer.]
If I believed that, I could not love you. [His gaze remains steady and his voice even but for the way it deepens, deep and gentle and almost furtive.] Even in the short time you have spent here you have grown immeasurably. Could you ever have imagined one year ago that you would be living with Genji? That you would be happy together? Or that he would love you as deeply as he did, too?