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Genji had long since lost the ability to eat and drink, his stomach removed long ago and his throat only stretching just far enough that his lungs and vocal chords would work. Intestines and bladder and genitalia were also long gone and replaced by the intricate mechanisms that kept his body working with only occasional repairs. Hunger and thirst were gone and left a hollow feeling behind, and his sensors only picked up when he would need to vomit up what he had eaten out of politeness to clear his short throat.
But that did not mean he didn’t enjoy the feeling of a small meal being placed in front of his at lunch or a cup of tea warming the metal of his hands.
Zenyatta always understood the feeling from the early days between them. It was true that he did not miss the feeling of the human needs due to never having them in the first place, he was always one to make Genji feel at home.
And that was exactly what Zenyatta was doing as he slung the thick blanket around Genji and placed the warmed milk in his hands. The plastic cup sucked most of the heat up but it seemed the cyborg still liked it. Genji sipped it just enough to taste it in the way his sensors allowed him to – that it was thicker and creamier due to being from a cow and not some other form of livestock, that it was high in protein and held many other nutrients in smaller amounts, and that it wasn’t laced with poison that wouldn’t have affected him anyway.
When Zenyatta joined him under the blanket the cup was pried away, and Genji let it go willingly to lean against the omnic instead. Neither of their bodied were soft and pliant, but over time they had learnt each position that would allow the close proximity a certain type of comfort required.
Genji pressed his face against the rounded edge of Zenyatta’s shoulder and mourned. He would thank him later after the moment of loss for the one enjoyable aspect of his humanity that was now long gone.