“Hey, sweetheart.”

An arm winds its way around torso, though his chin hooks over shoulder to leave the cowboy hunched and as close as he can be to his lover. Just a little clingy.

Disgustingly sweet kisses are met with a scrunched up face and bright laughter. Always. Without fail. Genji loves them–lives for them–practically beams under each one until there’s a break in the bombardment and he holds his fingers against that mouth for pause.

    “Jesse! —-People might see us.”

He’s quiet for a long moment as if tasting his words before offering them out again. Perhaps it’s just not one of his better days, that’s the reason the doubt and wariness are creeping up under his skin like a disease. Funny, he’s usually the one doing the reassuring and now… he wants to be reassured.

“…tell me why. How come it’s me. Why ya choose a drunk ass cowboy instead of… of… anyone else, I guess. Plenty of people out there who’d love ya…”

For a moment he looks like he’s going to reach out. Arm twitches and his brows fold downward and instead he tips his hat down a little. Covering his eyes like he doesn’t know how to look at the cyborg.

    ".. Perhaps there might be, but you seem to mistake me for a man who trusts easily when the truth is I do not." Genji paused, voice trailing. He recognized his partner's reluctance to look him in the face regardless of the visor he wore, and for a moment he seemed to hesitate himself, but after one--two beats, he closed some of the distance between them by extending a hand to tentatively touch his fingertips against the back of the gunslinger's hand; a brush of fingers as if to say I’m right here, if you want me to be--

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The sparrow started almost as if he had been shot at and it was apparent that what Jesse said cut him unexpectedly; Genji looked up at the gunslinger sharply, visibly taken aback. It was true there was no way of knowing how long they would last–people had the tendency to grow and change, after all–but for now, they were happy together …Weren’t they? Wasn’t that all that mattered?

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As over the top as they might be--McCree brand kisses have always been the sparrow's favorite, obnoxious noises and all; Genji practically radiated adoration under them--and in this case it was no different. Nothing warmed his heart quite like a cowboy’s affections.