His hands rest heavy on Hanzo’s waist, his entire body leaning in. He hasn’t felt the wind nipping at his heels or whipping his serape around his shoulders. Sure, he had leads to follow, but they were the kind of leads he’d followed for nearly a decade, the kind he could follow for a decade more and they’d be no closer to cracked. He could afford to cool his heels here, he could allow himself to taste a little of what it’s like to be grounded.
He remembers their first kiss, and the chapped skin on chapped skin, both too used to exposure and a healthy wariness of water not pre-boiled to be anything but. Now it’s different, with Hanzo tasting of Jesse’s coffee and a steady diet (two sets of hands, two sets of eyes, two minds set to survival… always better than one, as Reyes would’a said). Jesse allows his eyes to blink closed for an instant, preserving this moment in the amber of his memory.
When they open again, he’s grinning, open and honest and tad too goofy for a man his age. He bumps their noses, affetionate. “You only keep me around for my breakfasts. Admit it.”
the archer’s used to uneven ground of disturbed travellers trails, the gnarled uproots of overgrown trees & the biting weather whittling at his person. even before that, the comfort & luxury he once had was more akin to a golden cage. shadowed figures splayed against thin walls, the sweat on his brow as he pushed himself at his dragon’s behest. this ---- was different, almost alien to him, the momentary reprieve with someone he trusted.
he’s spent moments entangled in another’s arms before, yet with jesse there was never the nagging thought of survival in his mind. never the thought of the nearest weapon. it surfaces, true -- but he paid such thoughts no mind with the gunslinger.
his hand had slipped from his cheek to the back of jesse’s head, fingers buried in the tresses of dark brown hair, finding it difficult to suppress his own rising grin. hanzo failed once their noses bumped & he chuckled warmly, letting the smile remain.
“i won’t deny that it may have crossed my mind when i was weighing the ‘pro’s & the con’s.’” hanzo admits with a touch of light teasing to his tone. “--- you know i would return the offer one day, however given the time i am.. active, it would be more akin to dinner than breakfast.”
‘active’ putting it nicely concerning his abhorrent sleeping schedule. “& i assume you only stick around me for the dragons that like to pose as dogs, regardless.”
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