genji: going on a date? again? the second time this week?
hanzo: (adjusting his tie) yes
genji: im surprised. usually on a friday night you just go out and get shitfaced like you’re living the asian frat boy experience you never could
hanzo:
genji: you’re wearing the prada. you never wear the prada.
hanzo: it’s for a good date
genji: how good can it be? i imagine you can’t afford to set your standards too high, brother
hanzo: (barely resisting the urge to make minced meat out of his brother again) he’s very sweet and smart
genji: is he.
hanzo: (shakily putting pomade in his hair) he’s got like, five phd’s.
genji: sounds like you don’t deserve him.
hanzo: (shaping his beard, barely contained anger) i assure you, i’ve told him that before already. he is quite sweet in that he insists he get to know me before he dismisses me.
genji: he will dismiss you, regardless
hanzo: you have no way of knowing that
genji: tell me who he is, and i’ll find out
hanzo:
genji: who is he?
hanzo: (gay silence)
genji: brother. who is he.
hanzo:
genji: wait. five phd’s?
hanzo:
genji, voice breaking: b-brot- h. hanzo. h. hanzo. who
hanzo: it’s winston
genji:
hanzo: the gorilla.
genji:
hanzo:
genji: w. wear the. wear the watch with the inlaid pearl. h (chokes up) he likes watch (visibly breaking down) he likes that. watches.
hanzo:
hanzo: i know.
