He’s quiet for a long moment as if tasting his words before offering them out again. Perhaps it’s just not one of his better days, that’s the reason the doubt and wariness are creeping up under his skin like a disease. Funny, he’s usually the one doing the reassuring and now… he wants to be reassured.
“…tell me why. How come it’s me. Why ya choose a drunk ass cowboy instead of… of… anyone else, I guess. Plenty of people out there who’d love ya…”
For a moment he looks like he’s going to reach out. Arm twitches and his brows fold downward and instead he tips his hat down a little. Covering his eyes like he doesn’t know how to look at the cyborg.
".. Perhaps there might be, but you seem to mistake me for a man who trusts easily when the truth is I do not." Genji paused, voice trailing. He recognized his partner's reluctance to look him in the face regardless of the visor he wore, and for a moment he seemed to hesitate himself, but after one--two beats, he closed some of the distance between them by extending a hand to tentatively touch his fingertips against the back of the gunslinger's hand; a brush of fingers as if to say I’m right here, if you want me to be--
"I choose you because you are my best friend. I trust you," he continued, leaning down a little in the hopes of catching a glimpse of those weary eyes beneath that hat. "And if you think that makes me a fool--then label me a fool."