lucio didn't talk much with either of the junkers , but they weren't too different in reality . people who didn't pick sides because they didn't really care , they just wanted to side with the people that helped them save what they love , or give them what they craved ; but , lucio would be lying if he said that he didn't want to know what went through junkrat's head . he was such a spastic man , thoughts that slung around like bouncy balls , morality that depended on who he was around , movements that resembled those of a br ok e n wind-up toy that was constantly in motion .
despite his wording being off , lucio understood what the junker was getting at when he said that he was a freak like him . it wasn't an insult , but a c o m p l i m e n t . he feels like he should have flinched at the slap to the back , but chuckles instead , the crinkles around his eyes showing . the dj finally looks towards junkrat and a bright smile is displayed across his features . he's glad to hear that he is closer to the morally good side rather than bad . but that doesn't surprise him . he probably wouldn't work with any ex overwatch members if it were otherwise . . .
the nickname tunes catches his ears and he likes the ring to it , nodding his head slowly before leaning back against the wall and sighing . he decides that maybe this is the part where he's supposed to joke with the other .
" y' sayin' i make y' warm and fuzzy on the inside , junk ? "