Genji finds her hand and slender fingers splay to allow his between them, covering the back of his hand with her other. Angela's had practice in maintaining her kindness. So often that unkindness comes from those who are injured and hurting, lashing out— she could never be hurt or allow herself to be upset with people who were struggling already. That's where Hanzo is, even if the wounds weren't physical. Besides, his attempts at lashing out have been pale at best.
"You've already given me plenty, in both regards."
Angela knows she has his affection and his trust, his gratitude. She knows he's done everything in his power to make the best of the life she'd saved. That's all she'd ever ask of him is to treat it well this time. All she ever wants for those that pass beneath her hands is to see them living a fulfilling life. Getting that second chance. He's given her all that and more by making her a part of it.
It's a difficult thing to put into words. So when the demonstration ends and the lesson begins, she's one of the first rising to her feet and offering him her hand up. It's time to learn their dance.
They share a connection that Genji will always find hard to define, if someone asks. Yes, there is the aspect of doctor and patient - but it goes beyond that, beyond just the care of a doctor for someone injured.
There is a true love, caring, in all of her actions. Something she gives to everyone who passes through her care, something that had stunned him, unsure of how it could be real, when he was in pain.
Zenyatta and she are the reasons that Genji is here today. That he can have it inside himself to forgive his brother.
Instead of trying to articulate it further, he squeezes her hand again and leans against her. When she rises and offers her hand, he takes it, standing with her and putting his mask back on over his face.
It's enough. More than. They have the understanding of what the other means to them, where they fit in each other's lives, and that's all they needed. So they watch the rest of the demonstration in peace and the warmth of the other pressed to their side, and when it's time to stand, he's taking her hand and allowing her to help him up as he covers a scarred face once more and she presses a kiss to the snout of the mask.
A twirl under his arm, grinning, and she drags him right off to start practicing. They'll always be able to uncover that happiness in one another, she thinks.
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"You've already given me plenty, in both regards."
Angela knows she has his affection and his trust, his gratitude. She knows he's done everything in his power to make the best of the life she'd saved. That's all she'd ever ask of him is to treat it well this time. All she ever wants for those that pass beneath her hands is to see them living a fulfilling life. Getting that second chance. He's given her all that and more by making her a part of it.
It's a difficult thing to put into words. So when the demonstration ends and the lesson begins, she's one of the first rising to her feet and offering him her hand up. It's time to learn their dance.
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There is a true love, caring, in all of her actions. Something she gives to everyone who passes through her care, something that had stunned him, unsure of how it could be real, when he was in pain.
Zenyatta and she are the reasons that Genji is here today. That he can have it inside himself to forgive his brother.
Instead of trying to articulate it further, he squeezes her hand again and leans against her. When she rises and offers her hand, he takes it, standing with her and putting his mask back on over his face.
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A twirl under his arm, grinning, and she drags him right off to start practicing. They'll always be able to uncover that happiness in one another, she thinks.