he tends to avoid eyes most of the time, even under the gaze of those he refers to as his friends. there’s always some semblance of pity there, something that makes him want to spit each time he arrives back at the watchpoint. oftentimes, genji exchanges pleasantries with only a few, like lena who gives him a passing wave, or angela, whose kind smile speaks volumes more than just simple passing sympathies.
of course, though, there’s someone whose gaze genji does not often even get the chance to avoid. he feels the eyes on him pretty much immediately, but they’re not eyes that make him squirm–at least, not anymore. he can’t stop the light amount of tensing his body still does when jesse takes him in his arms, something genji hopes he understands. the touch of another is something he shies away from under almost all circumstances nowadays, though when the seconds pass and the two are apart, he longs for it from the other male.
genji lets out a ‘tsk’ sort of noise, hands moving to uncover his faceplate when the room is mostly cleared. they’re conversing now, moving on and away. the unease he feels drifts off, though he can feel a small amount of heat settling over his cheeks.
“what, were you worried about me, jesse? i am capable of handling myself.” he snorts, though the smallest of smirks has managed to pique at his lips as he stands on his toes, pressing them against the other’s softly. a proper kiss.
Jesse smiled widely, pleased as punch at the kiss and Genji’s commentary. He let his right hand run down the length of the cyborg’s left arm, fingers interlacing with his, “I know y’ can, I jus’ can’t help it, sugar -- my mind goes places,” the gunslinger admitted softly, tipping his head so his hat shadowed his eyes. It’s a nervous tick, something he finds himself doing when he feels vulnerable.
Not something he finds himself doing often anymore -- he’s not some scum kid anymore, self-conscious about his role here -- but caring for someone was new. And care he did. Genji meant a lot to him, and Jesse wondered vaguely if the man knew that. He’d get chances -- hopefully for years to come, a small part of his mind added -- to tell him, at least.
“Y’ ready t’ get back into th’ swing a’ things?” Jesse asked, mind on something he’d been planning since Genji’d left, but could wait if he needed some time to settle down. He gently squeezed the cyborg’s hand, enjoying looking at Genji without the faceplate. The shorter man looked attractive when he blushed.