Hanzo turns around at the words, ready to pick a fight with whoever was soliciting him in the Gibraltar hallways at 10 in the morning- then nearly chokes at the sight behind him.
Hanzo swallows dryly, trying to keep his eyes above the thick, hairy legs in pinstriped black and grey, above the thick bulging biceps in a midnight black blazer, the vest tucked under a deep blue, the tie a crisp white-
The sound of a clearing throat has his eyes snapping up to the gorilla’s. His cheeks heat and he feels a pang of embarrassment at being caught. He crosses his arms, suddenly conscious of the sweatpants and hoodie combination he’s wearing.
“I, uh…I didn’t see you at church this morning,” Winston continues. “Are you doing okay?”
Hanzo’s heart flutters at the concern, and he quickly squashes it down. Winston is simply concerned about a fellow agents capabilities.
“Yes, I am quite well. How was the mass?”
Winston nods in understanding, goes along with the change in subject. “Fine. I feel you would’ve appreciated the Homily.”
Hanzo blinks. “Oh? What was it about?”
“Father Junkrat spoke of…forgiveness. Forgiving oneself allows us to forgive others more easily, more readily.” Winston moves past him slowly while talking, but pauses by Hanzo’s shoulder.
He brushes a single monkey-hand down his arm.
Hanzos breath gets caught in his throat, and he fights the urge to grab his hand and pull him flush against him.
Winston sighs. “There are people who love you, Hanzo. You just have to believe it.”
He lumbers away after that, leaving Hanzo stricken with a clusterfuck of emotions.
Winston was everything he’d ever wanted and needed. Forgiveness…
He allows himself to indulge in the fantasy of forgiveness, of feeling worthy enough to walk up to Winston and kiss him senseless.
He shakes his head, resolutely walks away with an aching chest.
Winston, though being a literal gorilla, was more of a man than Hanzo could ever hope to be.
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