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“’It will be fun, trust me’,” Hanzo sneered in mocked mimicry, trying fruitlessly to wipe the dust from his eyes.
“Well it woulda been if Talon hadn’t shown up,” Cole mumbled. He hadn’t even bothered trying to stand.
Their romantic road trip had taken a turn that was (to be fair) quite appropriate to them and the lives they lived (considering Hanzo had first asked Cole out as the gunslinger bled all over his fine silk gi). Doomfist had planned an ambush on the outskirts of Deadlock Gorge and they had escaped by the skin of their teeth, rolling down a steep cliff of a hill after a misdirected rocket hit the Talon transport.
“I’d not realized the extent of Akande’s resolve.” Hanzo tried to cough the remainder of the dust from his lungs. “I should have known better.”
“Oh, it’s ‘Akande’ now?” Cole asked sullenly.
“It has been ‘Akande’ for a long time.” While it was meant as a dismissive answer, Hanzo seemed to realize his mistake right after he made it Cole’s head drooped so that his eyes were hiding under the brim of his mud-caked hat.
They endured an awkward pause.
“Surely it was fun punching Akande in the face?” Hanzo asked more gently.
Cole’s shoulders shook from the abrupt snort and he looked up.
“When I finally got to yell ‘break this combo, you sonnuvabitch’?”
Hanzo laughed. He walked over to Cole and extended his hand.
Cole looked up. The sun hit right behind the archer’s head, setting his smile aglow.
“Or blowing up his Lamborghini?”
Cole laughed fully at that and took that which was offered. Hanzo pulled just a little too hard and Cole blushed at their sudden proximity.
“Serves him right for driving a goddamn Lamborghini up a desert highway.”
Hanzo hummed.
“Oh. Oh no.” Cole pretended to panic.
“On a dark desert highway.”
“Babe, no.”
“Cool wind in my hair.”
“Be fair Han, it’s an hour’s walk to the next town. I don’t wanna have that stuck in my head for that long,” Cole whined.
Hanzo tugged at their interlaced fingers, pulling Cole towards the dirt road and forcing him to spin under his arm.
“Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air.”
“Hanzo. Why.”
But Hanzo was merciless. He danced, goaded Cole, dipping in for a quick kiss between lines, as he pulled them towards the town.
Rolling his eyes fondly, Cole relented, and they picked up the chorus together.
“Welcome to the Hotel California.”
“Such a lovely place,” Hanzo sang.
“Such a lovely face,” Cole countered.
They burst into laughter, unable to continue further, and stumbled hand in hand down the road together.