12 w/ mchanzo? Ily
12. things you said when you thought i was asleep
Hanzo sleeps like he lives - lightly, carefully, and anticipatory of threats to come. Sharing his space with another, especially with one as deft and quiet as Jesse could be (but often wasn’t), is an adjustment that has yet to be completed: he wakes up frequently during the night whenever Jesse turns or shifts or murmurs unintelligibly in his sleep, and it takes him a long time to settle in and doze off again.
Such as it is, when he’s startled awake - faintly, though, gently, like a breeze against his cheek, and he realizes that Jesse’s is mumbling against his skin, and when he listens close, it sounds remarkably close to - “I love you” - and Hanzo wonders, then, just how much of a change this was for Jesse, too, how often he awoke to find Hanzo hadn’t yet run, how often he awoke to find he hadn’t left Hanzo, too.
He smiles, turned away from Jesse as he is, and they are both broken but they fit together, somehow, and he thinks they are going to be alright.
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