@flashbang-up | continued from x
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.
