Trembling and with eyes already starting to well up with tears, Hanzo held onto the arm that reached out to him tightly, keeping himself up and grounded as he pressed the other hand against his face, trying to muffle his heavy, broken gasps. They were in public, or so a tiny voice reminded him way in the back of his mind, telling him that he should act properly, yet it was overpowered by flashbacks. Memories of blood, pain, of people begging for mercy, screaming, voices-- Too many voices, inside his head and outside of it. Even the caring southern drawl couldn’t cut through them, yet it was loud enough for Hanzo to realize that the arms that started to carefully wrapped around him were safe.
Sobbing, his breath was as shaky as his grip on the man’s arm was tight, eyes pressed shut as his face leaned against Jesse’s chest. Hanzo was only aware of the fact that he got gently guided to a somewhat more quiet place a few minutes later, legs numb and feet mindlessly having followed where they were lead by the other, when he had calmed down a bit more.
His grip on Jesse’s arm loosening lightly, Hanzo finally opened his eyes a bit, vision blurry and still rather dark, face still pressed against the other man. With his hand that was pressed against his own face moving down, he silently found Jesse’s waist, slowly calming down further as he held onto him.