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“ taking time away from your busy life of crime to visit me, roadhog ? you must need something. what is it ? ”

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3. Nose kiss

          Since Overwatch reformed, there were a lot of interesting characters joined up, fighting the ‘good’ fight. One of them happened to be Roadhog. He was so quiet in the most intimidating way, it made it rather hard to try to get to know him, but he seemed to be warming up to her? He said ‘hi’, especially if she greeted him first, would help her with heavy things if she needed a hand, just, little things that were different in the way he regarded her. It seemed to be most prevalent on the mission field where he seemed to pop out to shield her frequently. She was patching him up after one particularly rough mission, one she knew he’d taken damage from shielding her, so she leaned in, placing a gentle peck to the nose of his mask. “Thank you for keeping me safe.”

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@whclehog replied to your post:

had to do that today too man

not my first time either obvs. well... you’d think that if someone roams a blog that is primarily used for writing they’d expect to be expected to read a thing or two as well. apparently not.

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    he’d kill for sleep in general. ana’s more lucky than she knows to get a few hours in most nights. him? he hasn’t slept in three days.

         ❛ ＣＡＮ Ｉ ＨＥＬＰ? ❜

           “Know any lullabies?”

Her tone was jesting, even if the extreme exhaustion was present in every wrinkle of her face. Nightmares often plagued her, though she knew her troubles to be minimal compared to his.

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When she saw him, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever figure out what to say.

... Well, that was a lie. Ana had a hundred -- no, a thousand -- things she could say. All of them fell flat, repetitive or meaningless. She still remained an unapologetic woman, the word ‘sorry’ was distasteful and overused. But it was the only thing that floated in her mind every time she saw his porcine visage.

It wasn’t like she could escape the reality that he would be around more often and really, she didn’t want to escape. The time spent offering relief to the Outback was steeped in fond and sorrowful memories. The elder held many regrets, and one of them...

Gingerly, her hand rose to touch at her eyepatch. The injury that had kickstarted such a drastic turn-point of her life. She wondered if she would still be visiting that irradiated wasteland to offer the care she once did if that never happened. Her hand dropped, and her gaze rose up ( and up ) to look at him.

At least one of them hadn’t appeared to have changed much -- on the surface, anyway. The former medic rolled back her shoulders, offered a small, rueful smile and spoke; uncertain ( but not afraid ) of how he would regard her.

     “Roadhog. I didn’t expect to see you here.” .. and that was it. Silence was       a language she mastered but rarely got to practice comfortably. Perhaps this       time, it will be different.

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       Eyes stayed upon Roadhog for probably too long to be considered just a normal glance, only looking away when he thought Roadhog was looking at him..   This lasted for quite some time,  until Lùcio finally decided to voice his inquiry instead of repeating it in his head.    ❛ … hey,  man,  why do you always wear that mask?   doesn’t it make it hard to breathe or somethin’? ❜   

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