(Platonic asker) how about 11 for Torbjorn and Brigitte.
11. “I almost lost you” Kiss
She grunts slightly in bed and her eyes open blearily. She smacks her lips, that dry, sour, ‘Unconscious too long’ taste in her mouth contorting her features. She has Ingrid’s mouth, and that same distance between the inner corners of her eyebrows, but she gets her ruddier hair color and freckled complexion from her grandfather on Torb’s side of the family. She opens her eyes, an amber-bronze shade of brown, like his own, and blinks a few times, a soft groan in the back of her throat as she gets her bearings on the dropship around them.
“Hey Papa,” her smile is sleepy from the painkillers, “...guess the shield couldn’t take it, huh?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Torbjörn’s voice is short as he puts a hand over hers.
“The mission...?” she started.
“Tracer got through,” Torbjörn was staring at the bandages on the knuckles of her shield hand, “We’re all... mostly back safe. You... did well.”
“Could’ve done better--” Brigitte started but Torbjörn leaned forward, cupping his one good hand gently against the bandaged side of her head and pressing his lips to her temple. His beard tickled the whole side of her face, but she squeezed her eyes shut, taking in the smell of smoke, mint, and sandalwood that she’s known since she was small. She slumps against the pillow of the emergency stretcher a little bit as he settles back in his seat next to the stretcher.
Torbjörn sighed. “This is what I get for letting Reinhardt tell you all those stories...” he muttered.
A soft huff comes out of Brigitte. “You know... I didn’t start following Reinhardt around because I wanted to be like him,” she smiles, “I started following him because I wanted to be like you.”
Torbjörn blinked a few times.
“You were always my favorite part of his stories,” said Brigitte.
Torbjörn scoffed and smiled at her. “You’d think we’d know better...”
“Engineers, right?” Brigitte eases her hand over his, “We don’t do stuff unless it’s worth doing.”
Reinhardt squeezes her hand a little. “Get some rest,” he says quietly.
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