[ Genji really doesn’t waste a second. Given the ninja’s apparent issues with his appearance, he expected them to dance around this one for a bit. That he just up and takes the faceplate off is a surprise, though not an unwelcome one. He’d heard stories, of course, rumors that started flying around when Genji was under Doc Ziegler’s care about the state he was in. How much work the doc had to put in to put him back together. McCree would admit that he had been curious, but only idly so. Even that stopped after a while as they got to know each other. Genji was just Genji, and the mask and the metal and the little glowy bits were a part of that.
He doesn’t recognize the feeling coiling in his gut as anxiousness until Genji looks at him. He’d been bracing himself, keeping his expression carefully neutral out of fear of scaring the ninja away. Genji is scarred, yes, and for a second it strikes him just how much he must have been through, but McCree finds his gaze drawn to Genji’s eyes, dark and lovely and full of uncertainty.
His expression gentles and the corners of his mouth curve upward in a small smile. ]
You never mentioned you were hidin’ such pretty eyes under that visor all this time.
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He doesn’t recognize the feeling coiling in his gut as anxiousness until Genji looks at him. He’d been bracing himself, keeping his expression carefully neutral out of fear of scaring the ninja away. Genji is scarred, yes, and for a second it strikes him just how much he must have been through, but McCree finds his gaze drawn to Genji’s eyes, dark and lovely and full of uncertainty.
His expression gentles and the corners of his mouth curve upward in a small smile. ]
You never mentioned you were hidin’ such pretty eyes under that visor all this time.