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Summary
Genji can hear rain falling outside; thunder rumbling, deep and resonant. Someone breathing.
He isn’t alone.
There is warm skin under his fingers, a heartbeat thudding against his cheek, a big hand splayed loosely over the small of his back. Blankets tangle around his thighs, fabric brushing over the ends— he’s not wearing his prosthetics. Not his right arm, not either of his legs; no armor, no faceplate. Genji isn’t alarmed by this, which is troubling in and of itself, but he doesn’t question it right away.
Genji isn’t sure of where he is; isn’t sure of when he is, or what’s happened to him. The last thing he remembers with any clarity is heading back to the Watchpoint to answer the recall, but even that is foggy. There are snatches of things he knows must have come after— missions with newer Overwatch agents, conversations with Hanzo— but thinking too hard about it makes his head flare with sharp agony, and so Genji doesn’t.
Whoever is pressed against him in bed shifts, drawing Genji in closer in their sleep, and he blinks his eyes open. Jesse.
Of course it’s Jesse.
Series
- Part 1 of Amnesia