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-The morning drill rings loudly, inviting Gabriel into yet another lonely day full of useless efforts, attempting to reach something that just isn’t there. It’s pointless. But, nevertheless, he has a job to do. He can’t occupy his thoughts with some dead man all day, he’s got things to do!-

-That’s much easier said than done. Entering the main quarters, his eyes are drawn upon the other, unable to break the focus comfortably. This happens every single day, and still, Reaper doesn’t learn. This may be 76, but it’s not, nor will it ever be, the 76 he knew. ...He takes a seat.-

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He was ashamed to admit that he did give the guy a once-over as he followed him into his quarters. He did have eyes, thank you very much...though the unmentionables were a hilarious choice.

Lúcio hadn’t planned to stay this long, mostly say ‘hi’ and bolt. Well, he’s here now, he guessed. Did locking the doors mean he couldn’t leave either...Oh, well, too late to back out now.

He wandered further into the room slowly, and his eyes were drawn to the photos. Lúcio allowed himself to be distracted long enough to glance at each. Did he have one here? Or were they people before his time who were with Overwatch before it fell? He didn’t want to know what the x’s meant, though he had a hunch. It made him uncomfortable to think of how many could actually be gone.

“Aw, shit, I dunno. Such a hard decision!”

"Sven…" The younger of the two men begins as he idly stirs his tea, watching the other man with nothing but curiosity. "You're always so kind to me and while I've come to enjoy your company, I feel as if we know so little about each other."

Honestly, part of him wishes that it would stay that way. Someone like Sven…would he want to keep company with the likes of him? The last thing he wants is to push the other away, he finds the man increasingly interesting among…other things, and while he knows the pursuit of knowledge may yet once again land him in a position he'd rather not be, he still finds himself down this road.

“A present for Hades...hmm...

-A homecooked meal from me

-A leather jacket (you need one darlin’, it’s starting to smell and I can smell everything you either killed or have exorcised)

-A membership card to my bookstore (you’re the first one to have it)

-One whole bottle of whiskey (or whatever you want)

“Yep. A hot killer.” - Hades

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He fidgeted nervously in the doorway, wringing his hands, then wiping them on his jeans, and then fingering at the hem of his shirt. Should he or shouldn’t he go for it? Would Jack be accepting of it or no? If not, what would be the consequences? Possibilities ran rampant through Lúcio’s mind, anything from a gentle letdown to a very not-good, life-shortening result.

The guy was about twice his age, which did nothing to assuage Lúcio’s fears; he had so much more experience, and while Lúcio wasn’t inexperienced he certainly couldn’t possibly hold a candle to whatever the guy had before this. He had to have, Lúcio was certain—no one could be that hot when they were younger while having serious popularity for his social status, and not have enjoyed something.

But, Lúcio could play it off as a platonic, ‘you looked like you were having a bad day so here’s some affection’ sort of thing if it didn’t go well.

“Ok. hot bitch ~” - Hades