Things were different now. Jesse wasn’t the reckless punk straight out of Deadlock, and he wasn’t Overwatch’s attack dog anymore. He had been hesitant to answer the recall in the first place, not wanting to relive how things had been before. But things couldn’t possibly be the same, he told himself. He was a completely different person, inching closer and closer to 40. Reyes wasn’t around either, yelling at him to get his act together with the occasional moment when things felt real. Those were his favorite memories of Blackwatch, when it was just him and Gabe, and the words out of jefe’s mouth weren’t scolding, but instead supportive and encouraging.
But things were different now. He had grown drastically in the years away from Overwatch; for the better, in his opinion. Real flesh fingers entwined with Cat’s on the concrete of the roof. The setting sun threw long shadows behind them and seemed to make the other man’s face glow. The soft breeze tossed locks of Jesse’s hair, slightly obscuring his vision.
Jesse missed his childhood, missed the innocence he had lost long ago, missed the friends and experiences he had made. And despite all the bad shit, he wouldn’t have changed any of it though, because it all led to his moment. His tongue slightly peaked out, wetting his lips. “Can I kiss you?”
