-- i've got your back.

his lips twitch again— she’s earned that. that and his blink of surprise when she mentions the rolling down blood. her fingers gather the thick droplets and he thinks this is a moment of weakness– but he has to let her have it too. his amusement bleeds out fast. that gash shouldn’t be there. the fact that he couldn’t feel it until ana pressed her fingertips against it– well, it says a lot about his ability to just get devoured by ugly anger. ❛ –sure. ❜ surrendering an agreement, he sits down on the nearest chair and ignores the cuffs dangling from it.

oh. THAT. ❛ well— , ❜ gaze dragging across the ceiling, down to the pamphlet in his hands, and then over towards ana, he makes the wise decision to set his reading material to the side and sit up properly. equally out of respect and a tactical necessity: if he needs to run, this position would be easier to bolt from. 

         ❛ she wanted to join the group i was training this morning. whether to watch, or participate, i hasn’t clarified it but knowing her, it was the latter. i told her no. ❜ — and among other things which weren’t taken as lightly but… his truths are sometimes dealt with a hard edge. 

there are a million things running through her mind that her daughter could possibly be so worked up about, but when she tries to narrow it down she knows that it’s the easiest answer there is. fareeha wants to be a part of this fight. she wants to follow in the footsteps of her mother and her closest friends are all people who walked the same path. as her daughter entered her adolescent years that desire would only surely grow, but she knew more than anything that she didn’t want that for her.

           ❛ Likewise, Ana. I didn’t expect to ever see you again. ❜ That was what usually happened when someone died. However, she was still alive and he could not hide his surprise, nor his delight. It was good to have her back and to know that she had not actually left them all. ❛ I appreciate your apology. ❜ Of course, it had hurt him. What kind of friend would he be if he had not mourned her death?

          ❛     Now what ever gave you that idea ?  I love tea.     ❜  Sombra smirks, shoulder pressed against near by wall as arms are crossed loosely over her chest.  Relaxed pose, but she knew better than to drop her guard with a seasoned veteran around —– one eye less or not.  The grandma sure could pack a hidden punch.   ❛     So nice to hear my reputation has spread so far.  It’s kind of nice being famous like this.     ❜  She laughs, rolling to the side so her back is pressed against the wall.   ❛     Who’s to say i’m not here just for a friendly visit ?  I always wanted to meet the famous sniper, fallen from grace.  I was a big fan of Overwatch back in its day.  I like watching things fall.     ❜

he SHOULDN’T be smiling at her, he knows. but there’s a curve hidden in the corner of his lips anyways. maybe it’s a simple satisfaction of a job accomplished or maybe that’s just who he’s supposed to be now, a man who GRINS at terrible things. ❛ he gave the location, that’s all that matters. ❜ he’s taking off leather gloves, they’re soaked with red and he won’t wear them ever again.  ❛ being pretty gets you a whole different rank, i heard. ❜