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[Continued]

Very well. Send me your location.

[Continuation]

[Genji hasn't been in even remotely nice lodgings in years, so the non stained couch and bed with tiny sitting room is a huge upgrade.

Hopefully Jesse doesn't actually ignite upon entry because Genji is making himself comfy on the bed and perusing that dessert menu.

He's not wearing his helmet, but he still has all his armor on plus his bullet ridden hoodie. Gonna make Jesse work for that apology.

And subsequent ride.]

[Continued]

On my way.

[His shoulder is busted and sparking everywhere and his whole arm barely moves, but he's still gonna climb in through a window because that's just what he does.]

Yo! Boba is probably still cold.

[Cuz that's the priority. He reaches in his bag pulling out a reddish one and offering it to McCree.]

Middle of the night and all was silent in Overwatch HQ. Sure there was the soft hum of machinery, occasionally the footsteps of Dr. Ziegler heading for the coffee machine at a regular cadence. She'd probably last slept sometime in the previous decade.

But in the hangar bay it was nice and quiet. Perfect for Genji who sat with his back against the wall in a dark corner, the circular light in his chest as dim as he could make it to try and fade into the background. He had a ratty jacket on, hood pulled up over his hair as if that would somehow conceal him even more.

There's a soft tinging sound and an even softer curse as he drops whatever it is he had in his hands.

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