[Genji can't help a laugh at the comment about flattery, even as the mention of the kiss has the color of his face deepening. He reaches out, risks taking one of McCree's hands with his own, lacing his fingers between the gunman's. Lets the contact ground him. His eyes stay on McCree's, and as he settles, Genji's smile steadies and grows from its smaller, more tentative state.]
Yes. I would like that.
[For longer than he'd care to admit, but then again, he supposes he tipped his hand about that last night. Not that he can bring himself to feel too much regret about it.]
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Yes. I would like that.
[For longer than he'd care to admit, but then again, he supposes he tipped his hand about that last night. Not that he can bring himself to feel too much regret about it.]