[These brief moments of intimacy come to Zenyatta as if he were diving for pearls; he touches Hanzo with his fingertips and it is worth the threat of the ocean weighing down on him. He could put his arms around him, all of them, real and unreal, as if he might come apart without them.
He misses it, he knows, when they are apart.]
Nonsense. I enjoyed making it. [For a moment his voice is cautious, perhaps a touch embarrassed, though he cannot allow the feeling to linger for long.] It pleases me to think that you are being taken care of.
[Because he certainly cannot trust Hanzo to take care of himself when he has his mind set on something. He pauses.]
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He misses it, he knows, when they are apart.]
Nonsense. I enjoyed making it. [For a moment his voice is cautious, perhaps a touch embarrassed, though he cannot allow the feeling to linger for long.] It pleases me to think that you are being taken care of.
[Because he certainly cannot trust Hanzo to take care of himself when he has his mind set on something. He pauses.]
Your tenacity can be self-destructive.