[Ne-ver, the word is the heartbeat he does not have. It resonates within the hollow shell of his chest, softer and softer, until the vehicle grinds to a halt and Hanzo moves. The spell is broken.
Zenyatta does not have to think about his answer.]
I would like that very much.
[The truth is that he is simply never sure of the kind of boundaries he should respect with Hanzo. His bed, his body, his thoughts... already he has been allowed into some of the most vigilantly guarded chambers of the man's life, and it is difficult to know where to stop. They have woken together before, of course, but on some nights it feels as if he is lying next to Bluebeard with the keys in his hands, knowing that the next door he tries to unlock could be the last.
He has never felt quite so self-conscious before, not even with Genji. But he knows that Hanzo is right- and, more than that, he wants to.
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[Ne-ver, the word is the heartbeat he does not have. It resonates within the hollow shell of his chest, softer and softer, until the vehicle grinds to a halt and Hanzo moves. The spell is broken.
Zenyatta does not have to think about his answer.]
I would like that very much.
[The truth is that he is simply never sure of the kind of boundaries he should respect with Hanzo. His bed, his body, his thoughts... already he has been allowed into some of the most vigilantly guarded chambers of the man's life, and it is difficult to know where to stop. They have woken together before, of course, but on some nights it feels as if he is lying next to Bluebeard with the keys in his hands, knowing that the next door he tries to unlock could be the last.
He has never felt quite so self-conscious before, not even with Genji. But he knows that Hanzo is right- and, more than that, he wants to.
Zenyatta opens the door and climbs out.]
Come, Hanzo. Rest with me.