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“Hey, Han, catch!” McCree called, tossing something small and shiny Hanzo’s way.
Hanzo easily caught it out of the air. When he looked to see what it was the cowman had thrown his way, he noticed that it was a small piece of amethyst.
“Saw it at the market while Lena ‘nd I were out. Figured ya might like it.” Jesse remarked. “They got a bunch of other little rocks fer sale if ya want ta check it out.”
“I prefer to collect stones I found myself, but thank you for this.” Hanzo stated, admiring the little rock. “I think I’ll add it to my collection now, would you like to join me?” Hanzo offered.
“I’d be honored, Han.” Jesse replied, tipping his hat to Hanzo and following the archer back to his room.
The only person Hanzo had previously allowed in his room was Genji, but he was willing to allow McCree to enter, so long as he didn’t touch anything.
“Cozy little place ya got here.” McCree commented.
Hanzo hummed noncommittedly. He walked over to his desk where he kept his chest filled with his rock collection. Everything was well organized, and Hanzo easily found a home for the little amethyst.
“Mighty fine collection ya got goin’ on here.” McCree remarked, glancing over Hanzo’s shoulder. “Even nicer than Genji’s.” He added.
Hanzo scoffed. “Oh course. Genji doesn’t have the patience nor the refined palate that I have.” He stated.
“Mind if I take a closer look?” McCree questioned, waiting for Hanzo to give him permission before making any moves.
Hanzo pondered the question for a moment before stepping aside. “You may.” He decided.
There was a pleasant warmth blooming in his chest as Hanzo watched McCree admire his collection. He took pride in collecting beautiful and distinct rocks that he picked up while traveling. Each was unique and exquisite in their own way. There were not many he would allow the honor of even glancing at his precious collection, but McCree was a special case. Hanzo refused to acknowledge the way McCree had managed to weasel his way into his heart; at least he didn't vocally.
McCree took his time admiring each of the stones, being sure not to actually touch any of them and only look from a respectable distance. When he finished looking over the different rocks, Jesse took a moment to glance around the rest of the room. “Ya get cold easily?” Jesse asked, gesturing to the numerous blankets laid out on Hanzo’s bed.
“It is not so much that I get cold easily as it is I enjoy the warmth.” Hanzo explained.
“Maybe I should lend ya one of my serapes fer the next mission. Since ya always have yer tit out, must get chilly.” Jesse commented.
“That is unnecessary.” Hanzo remarked.
“It’s no trouble.” McCree dismissed. “I think I got a blue one that’d look mighty fine on ya.” He added.
Hanzo ignored the fluttering feeling in his chest. “I have a feeling I will not be able to dissuade you from this.” He commented.
“Nope.” McCree replied, an easy going grin plastered across his face. “Hey, ya doing anything later today?”
“I was planning on going to the shooting range later, but otherwise, no.” Hanzo answered.
“Great, would ya mind if I tagged along. Been itching to practice, ‘nd maybe we can grab a drink together afterwards.” Jesse proposed.
Hanzo hummed, thinking it over. “I wouldn’t mind sharing your company.” He stated. “I would prefer to drink here when we are done. I feel most comfortable in my own room.”
“Works fer me.” Jesse replied. “After we finish shootin’, I’ll stop by my room and bring some whiskey over.” He added.
Hanzo allowed a small smile to grace his lips. He walked over to where he kept stormbow and his quiver. “I have no problems with that arrangement.” He remarked. “Shall we be going?”
“After you, Han.” Jesse replied, tipping his hat to Hanzo once again.
Hanzo stepped out of his room and back into the hall with Jesse at his heels. But, before they could make their way to the shooting range, they were stopped by Genji, who happened to be standing in the hall at that moment, meaning he knew that Hanzo had let Jesse into his room. Hanzo merely glared at his brother, daring him to say something about it.
“What are you two up to?” Genji questioned, his tone didn’t give him away, but Hanzo knew better.
“Just checking out Hanzo’s rock collection.” McCree supplied. “We were ‘bout ta do some shootin’ now.”
Genji merely tilted his head, but Hanzo knew exactly what sort of look he was giving them. Hanzo kept his face neutral, but he could feel a slight flush creeping up his neck as Genji knowing stared at them.
“Wow, he never lets me look at his collection.” Genji remarked.
“You have your own.” Hanzo defended, folding his arms across his chest. He did not need this from his brother.
“Guess I’m lucky then.” Jesse remarked. “It’s a mighty fine collection.”
“I’m sure.” Genji commented. “I’ll let you two get back to shooting practice then. I wouldn’t want to keep you.”
If Hanzo’s glare could kill, Genji would be dead, again. A feeling of possessiveness flared up in his chest and made him want to drag McCree back into his room and keep him for himself. He ignored those feelings, for now.
“Thank ya kindly.” McCree stated, oblivious to the way Genji cackled under his breath as he left, walking down the hall towards Zenyatta’s room. “Come on, Han. Bet I can beat your record.” He goaded.
“I would like to see you try.” Hanzo retorted. He could feel his muscles begin to relax as he fell into step beside the cowman.
“Oh, darlin’, get ready, because I guarantee I will. I got a good feelin’ ‘bout it.” Jesse remarked, oozing confidence that Hanzo knew was backed by skill.
Hanzo simply huffed and let a small smirk tug at the edge of his lips. “We will see.”