( And she reaches up to cradle him there in another embrace, shoulders folding and one leg crossing over the other, hooking his knee with the way she tips into his hold.

It's an intimate confession. Then again, theirs is a (medically) intimate relationship, and she thinks if there were anyone deserving of the boundless affection and understanding in others, it would be Genji. She knows that he has herself and Zenyatta at the absolute least, and likely others. He'd never be left wanting.

Her answer is the quiet way she breathes his name out on a sigh, acknowledgement as much as it is thanks, until he's mentioning dinner. )

Then I will do my best not to tuck myself into a corner and we can see what happens. As for dinner, I've kept my I.O.U.

( An old joke, perhaps, but one still close to their hearts. He'd only just been beginning to open up back then, and it had blown up in their faces. Almost quite literally. )

Well, Jesse does share my apartment. He had his fair share of suffering on my behalf.

( She'd always be able to count on him, at the very least. She isn't trying to brag; it's setting his mind at ease for the time she's already been here, rather, but she's glad he understands and there's no roiling of the hackles beneath her wrists.

Angela has no way of knowing what will come from this, with him, but perhaps if they can hold out past the moon phases, they can find out with clearer hearts. For now, this is plenty. And he's warm, and it's comforting. )