[ and Hanzo — smiles. it's only very slight and wan, and he doesn't even mean to, but despite everything, Genji's sheepish remark is amusing; just the right side of nostalgic to avoid the many landmines of their youth, and it makes Hanzo smile before he can think to stop himself. it is good to hear Genji's chatter, even if it does come with a synthetic rasp now. ]
I suppose there are limits to how much a person can change.
[ still. a monastery, of all things. one day, when Genji himself isn't a wound in Hanzo's chest, he'll laugh at that.
for the moment, he's saved from agonising over the familiarity growing between them — wondering whether he should be colder, distance himself so that perhaps Genji will stop toying with him already — by a shuffling noise further down the tunnels, claws scuttling across stone. Hanzo pauses and nocks the arrow he has in-hand; looks to Genji. ]
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I suppose there are limits to how much a person can change.
[ still. a monastery, of all things. one day, when Genji himself isn't a wound in Hanzo's chest, he'll laugh at that.
for the moment, he's saved from agonising over the familiarity growing between them — wondering whether he should be colder, distance himself so that perhaps Genji will stop toying with him already — by a shuffling noise further down the tunnels, claws scuttling across stone. Hanzo pauses and nocks the arrow he has in-hand; looks to Genji. ]
Would you like to deal with this, or shall I?