[Genji huffs out a breath and relents, he can feel the anger boiling up in him and realizes he's not even sure why he's so mad. McCree is drunk most mornings and hungover the rest. This isn't any different. Why does he care?
Taking a deep breath he turns and leaves the bathroom. McCree can get undressed and dry off in peace. Genji is going to kneel in the small patch of sun from the window and meditate. He pulls his helmet off so he can feel the warmth on his face, his body perfectly contained within the square of sunlight shining through, like a cat.
He is fine. This is fine. There's no need to be angry.
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Taking a deep breath he turns and leaves the bathroom. McCree can get undressed and dry off in peace. Genji is going to kneel in the small patch of sun from the window and meditate. He pulls his helmet off so he can feel the warmth on his face, his body perfectly contained within the square of sunlight shining through, like a cat.
He is fine. This is fine. There's no need to be angry.
Tranquility.]