It's easy to buy chocolate for someone who eats their weight in it, which is why Jesse leaves four boxes of the stuff alongside a white teapot with a green dragon painted along the side. Pink camellia flowers accompany boxes of loose tea, and a familiar black serape folded on the counter. There's a series of pictures of them they both took during BW that had been lost to time, who knows when Jesse had found them again.
It wasn’t the chocolates that got his attention, it wasn’t the teapot and tea or even the flowers. No, it was the black serape and the photos that Genji was sure had been long lost or destroyed when Overwatch originally fell and they all left. Such old photos. Photos of time gone by, of a lost past, but a past that did, indeed, happen even if some of it he would prefer to forget, but never quite could. Genji takes in a deep, slow breath before a gradual exhale. Burning red eyes looking at the photos, shuffling through each one for a short while, until he decided he wanted to pay attention to a serape that he used many-a-times as a blanket in the more colder evenings of the base alongside the cowboy or on missions that proved to be just a little much. It was an item that grounded him in those times. Something to remind him that these days would pass one day. And they did. Just not the way he thought they would. Not with those results. But they did. For now, he’d focus on the serape that he put around his shoulders and the photos that he’d sat down to look through once again. Taking in the wretched scent of cigars that stayed on the very fabric, but that was also comforting to him regardless. It would take him a while before he took care of the flowers, the tea and the rest of the gifts from the man he knew they came from, but till then, here is where he’d stay. Reminiscing of days that time kept in a bubble, but also kept far away and gone. Only remembering them in items, photos, sounds and smells that were either rare or near impossible to come by again.
