[And Zenyatta is left hanging while 76 retreats, like a stray cat whose already rigid boundaries have been overstepped by one stroke too many. How foolish.]
Of course. My apologies.
[He waits patiently for Jack to recalibrate, hovering perhaps a touch awkwardly in the no man's land between them. But the space closes quickly enough, and as warm, bare skin makes contact with his neck he cannot quite contain the heartfelt sigh that follows. The circuit is completed. Impossibly, infectiously, he can already feel the rising warmth within him.
Fortunately for 76, he resists the urge to rub into it- it seems important, he thinks, not to touch him back, for now- but, unfortunately, he is already purring. It's subtle, but it's there.]
[Jack hadn’t been lying when he said he wasn’t really injured, but he’s a little banged up, and it’s not hard to feel the Chroma fixing that almost immediately. It’s like his own healing factor, but even faster, somehow, and it makes him a little uncomfortable to know that somehow, he was primed for this.
He stands in silence for a long, awkward moment. Zenyatta seems to be enjoying it, at least.]
Does that feel better?
[He hears the purring, yes, but he’s. Uh. Not sure whether or not he should acknowledge it.]
[Zenyatta would not dream of calling into question the sheer, stubborn tenacity of Soldier: 76's physical being, but while Tempeste's soldiers still swarm the moon and its retreats they cannot turn down even a moment's worth of respite.
Although that does not mean that Zenyatta should waste time enjoying it when 76 is clearly less than impressed with the situation.
The purring, abruptly and with obvious embarrassment (if the uptick in temperature localised to his neck did not tip him off first), cuts off.]
It does. Thank you, my friend. [He catches himself, at least, before he can apologise again. Instead he is taken by another thought, glancing sidelong at the man.] You still do not trust me.
[Zenyatta seems to catch himself after a moment, giving 76 the opportunity to pull his hand away and check Zenyatta over for any obvious injuries. It's not distrust, per se, just--]
I'm a little occupied right now.
[Given the chaos going on right outside, it's clear 76 feels they've wasted enough time already. He looks a little antsy.]
[That is fair, he supposes, and even if Zenyatta suspects that even under the best of circumstances 76 would be eager to get away from him he puts the thought from his head for the time being.
Almost. There is still a faint, sardonic edge to the way he asks-]
"We"?
[But he is already picking his way across the debris with those light, steady almost-steps. When he reaches the exit he pauses, back to the wall. Even with the warm encouragement of 76's touch glowing in his receptors, its web-cracked glass seems scant protection from the swarming darkness beyond.]
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Of course. My apologies.
[He waits patiently for Jack to recalibrate, hovering perhaps a touch awkwardly in the no man's land between them. But the space closes quickly enough, and as warm, bare skin makes contact with his neck he cannot quite contain the heartfelt sigh that follows. The circuit is completed. Impossibly, infectiously, he can already feel the rising warmth within him.
Fortunately for 76, he resists the urge to rub into it- it seems important, he thinks, not to touch him back, for now- but, unfortunately, he is already purring. It's subtle, but it's there.]
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He stands in silence for a long, awkward moment. Zenyatta seems to be enjoying it, at least.]
Does that feel better?
[He hears the purring, yes, but he’s. Uh. Not sure whether or not he should acknowledge it.]
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Although that does not mean that Zenyatta should waste time enjoying it when 76 is clearly less than impressed with the situation.
The purring, abruptly and with obvious embarrassment (if the uptick in temperature localised to his neck did not tip him off first), cuts off.]
It does. Thank you, my friend. [He catches himself, at least, before he can apologise again. Instead he is taken by another thought, glancing sidelong at the man.] You still do not trust me.
[He does not sound overly offended.]
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I'm a little occupied right now.
[Given the chaos going on right outside, it's clear 76 feels they've wasted enough time already. He looks a little antsy.]
We should get moving.
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Almost. There is still a faint, sardonic edge to the way he asks-]
"We"?
[But he is already picking his way across the debris with those light, steady almost-steps. When he reaches the exit he pauses, back to the wall. Even with the warm encouragement of 76's touch glowing in his receptors, its web-cracked glass seems scant protection from the swarming darkness beyond.]
Where will you be heading next?