"Brother do you need a hug as well?" Zenyatta asks placing a hand on his shoulder with a slight cant of his head (wiithoutform)
He could have denied it, had it been for the weight of his brother’s hand over his frame. The slight pull of a soul he knew too well, one he cherished so much ; Mondatta was too tired tofight it. Didn’t care for arguing. Not anymore. No more.
He spent the evening silent, buried in his Zenyatta’s arms.














