[Peculiar at times, perhaps, but Zenyatta chuckles regardless, soft and approbative as he finally permits himself to relax entirely into Hanzo's presence. When was, he wonders, the last time he felt so distinctly aware of himself in another's company? The earliest days spent with Genji, maybe, or...]

Utterly selfish. How else shall I foist my presence upon you when you are too exhausted to properly receive it?

[Beneath the good-humour, though, he scarcely needs to be invited at all to Hanzo's side; within moments he's settled next to him, chin resting daintily on the heel of one palm.]

Should I remind you to chew?