Rogue, Wanderer

It had been three days since they had last seen both Genji and Lucio. When it was first proposed that they go alone to do a hopefully in-and-out information gathering mission, he objected. However, now with it being more than a day past when they should of returned he was… anxious to say the least.

He made the decision that he was going to go to the same place they were sent, alone, guns blazing, and the only person he decided to tell was Lena. She might now seem like it but she was good at keeping secrets- and a trustworthy and old good friend in his book. When he first told her though, she demanded either he wait until they send out a coordinated rescue party, or at least she was going to tag along.

Firmly refusing both options, she went quiet as he began getting ready, strapping on his chestplate and adjusting his holster, reading himself to sneak out. He heard an exasperated sigh from the corner of the room where Lena was standing and she says with a sad note-

“Just… come back alive, okay?”

He smiles at her with assurance and flicks up his hat.

“Wouldn’t dream of leaving y’all behind. Don’t worry now”

He was leaning against one the the upright graves across from the one that he was focused on- the on inset in the ground with a clear “Here Lies: Jack Morrison” engraved into the clean stone. He didn’t bring anything with him besides a flask in his pocket and a grim expression on his face that he hasn’t been able to shake since yesterday when he looked at the date on the calendar.

It was the anniversary of the explosion.

He couldn’t hide the pure surprise in his face when he saw 76 walk up besides him- embarrassment also flashing across his face. He hadn’t even heard him come up.

“No I didn’t think  you forgot I just-”

Sighing and slumping down to a sitting position, with his back against the grave he was once leaning on his voice got quieter, even with a hint of bitterness, avoiding meeting the soldier’s eyes.

“Well, frankly, I just thought you didn’t care.”

He let out a tired sigh as junkrat rounded the corner of the hallway, barrelling towards him in that failing way that he tends run, his peg leg kicking out at odd angles. Taking another drink from his coffee cup he shook he head and said back,

“Junkrat I would hardly consider us strangers considering we’ve been working together for almost a- Wait attractive?” He grins and brushes a hand through his hair with a win. “Not like I didn’t know it but it’s good to hear it from someone else every one in a-”

Okay, junkrat was still definitely charging at him. Now he’s charging at him with his (tiny) fist readied and a pretty intense look in his eyes. Shit, was he really serious.

Please god no, he had just gotten coffee.

At first he was sceptical of being placed in the room directly next to D.va’s- Everyone in the base knew that she could be heard late at night, loudly shouting expletives when people even dared threaten her fist place at starcraft. What he didn’t expect to hear was what sounded like a muffled shout next door. He had already been putting on his boots, though it was early in the morning he couldn’t seem to find sleep- and figured training was better than sitting and staring at the ceiling.

He quickly slipped his right boot on all the way and jogged out into the hallway and was about to slam open the door in worry, but paused when he heard what was definitely crying. He stopped, and gently opened the door and entered with a tentative,

“Hana?” taking a step into the room, he saw her with her knees pulled up to her chest and pink sheets wrapped around her frame.

“Sweetheart… nightmares? Again?” He asked softly as he sat down at the corner of the bed. When he got no response after a couple of seconds he shifted and glanced at the door, seemingly to go leave.

“I’m… probably intruding. I understand if you wanna be left-”

“Please don’t leave me alone.”

He immediately sat back down, smiling sadly at the girl still clutching her blankets around her. He didn’t quite know what to do from there- what he should say.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Shit, was that even the right thing to say?