[He'd been building up the nerve to do this all day. He and McCree had known each other long enough that it felt wrong to take a step like this without at least showing him this much, no matter how nervewracking it was. He manages to keep his attention on McCree, but his hands are curled tight in his lap in a way that would have turned his knuckles white, were they still flesh and blood and bone.
It's obvious that whatever Genji had been expecting out of McCree, it wasn't that. His eyes widen before darting away from McCree's, face flushing. One of his hands twitches toward his face but hangs midway. It's odd, having his embarrassment being so easy to see, only serves to fluster him further knowing that McCree is witness to every reaction.]
Flatterer. [Genji's voice is softer, shyer, but his eyes find McCree's again. His mouth twitches at the corners before solidifying into a tiny smile of his own.]
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It's obvious that whatever Genji had been expecting out of McCree, it wasn't that. His eyes widen before darting away from McCree's, face flushing. One of his hands twitches toward his face but hangs midway. It's odd, having his embarrassment being so easy to see, only serves to fluster him further knowing that McCree is witness to every reaction.]
Flatterer. [Genji's voice is softer, shyer, but his eyes find McCree's again. His mouth twitches at the corners before solidifying into a tiny smile of his own.]