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The thoughts I entertain myself at work are either Harold wearing crocs or him describing trees and how the sun feels to Winston
his hair elevates him from standard glasses anime bg characterÂ
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đ  â a starter from a random song on my spotify wrapped  should i stay or should i go - the clash // @vcsionaryâ
âIf I go, there will be trouble.â
            Though space sounded so⌠thrilling. She wasnât really qualified but maybe just for a while, to take the heat off of everything. But⌠she was neck deep in her own work. And with the mission to Hanamura coming soon, she probably should be on standby. So she laughed, musing lightly with him.
                              âAnd if I stay it will be double.â
  He knows of the obligations that push and pull her. Overwatch, the world, needed and wanted both Mercy and Angela. Both need greatly and oh, how she gives. Heâs heard of her acts of kindness before they were behind a callsign when Horizon still breathed and sees how she continues to give and give and give. A break, heâd recommended though the dogged bone weary tiredness seemed to be recalls normal and where else space? A recommendation only in partial jest. Out beyond where an abandoned telescope still lay pointed to Earth. He would take her there in a heartbeat (if he could). A chance, not to get away (the world will always be carried with you no matter how far), but to see its peace.Â
  Tapping his lower lips he hums in consideration coming to a realization with a snap. âIf both will cause trouble then... then how about neither?â A lopsided grin that favours the left.Â
  âFive minutes, Little Light.â A hypocritical request from someone that refuses to take but one made all the same. âA chance for mind and body to catch up with each other. The city lights block out the stars but the fireflies -- well, they make space feel not so far away.âÂ
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 There it is again, that special stubbornness in her voice that refuses to be stomped out. Even with their backs at a corner he hears it true as Overwatch strains to pick itself up again. It starts as a fragile spark, slow burning embers giving way to delicate flame. Hope. It wanes and flickers but its still there. Despite the world wanting them pushed to the side they are still here.Â
 With a swipe of the hand he sweeps away the holo-projection of Atlas news cutting off a reporter mid-sentence questioning Overwatchâs return. Harold lays a hand on Sparkâs shoulder squeezing gently. âItâs not going to be easy-- nothing worthwhile ever is. But we can do this.â And itâs said so sure like a promise. âWeâve already got the spark.âÂ
In the grand scheme of everything as far as Talon knows Harold is an unknown, a hopefully dated scientist, nothing more than an old man continuing the cycle of pipe dreams whose ambitions ran away from him with little to show for it. He uses that constant underestimation to his advantage for so long when things go so south that negotiations shut down.
Wouldnât it be odd for as long as he stayed on horizon alone in that dying space colony where death was a kindness for what lurked in the halls that he didnât resort to something all those years. Maybe he took a little bit of space with him. Maybe itâs inside and angry just at his fingertips. Maybe he uses that old silver tongue and sets the stage always steps ahead so that no one can test the theories.Â
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Harold vc: Everyone always asks whereâs Hammond but no one ever asks howâs Hammond Zhang: ,,,Did y-- Harold: No.
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       But your eyesâŚÂ               It doesnât show in your eyes.                 Thatâs how I can tell,                   Those eyes have seen things.
woke up thinking about W.inston going into primal rage for the first time and how Harold probably got the Loki/Hulk treatment while getting beaten up
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âMy friend, for who could be my equal but you.â - Sieb
  "You're flattering me, 'bren." The theatrical hand pressed against his chest betrays a tone doesn't question but is spoken in the same earnesty that he's been known for in the colony. It's praise he doesn't take lightly, Harold knows that Siebren means it. But itâs praise he doesnât hold onto for long. Itâs habit, a humbleness engrained into his core that makes him wave it away. Telling of a man that will likely never take full credit when he has accomplished and done so much. âAs scientists we do have to collaborate with everyone. Thereâs always going to be someone that matches you.â A tug at his pant leg from Winston. Speaking of collaboration.Â
  "It's Halloween and sheet ghosts aren't going to cut it. Luckily, Yoshida has a two part costume with your name on it. The head is taken but you, my brilliant dear friend, get to be... the uhm..." Harold trails off flickering a look down Winston, fitted in his own too large labcoat trailing behind him the young simian peers up at him with a curious tilt of the head. The scientist gets on one knee, adjusts the crooked badge Winstonâs front letting him pluck the glasses from his face, while his own voice cracks struggling to keep the laugh from it. "Rear end." The ass.Â
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âI want to know you, [NAME].â âHow about making me vice president in charge of cheering you up?â âTry to get some sleep. Youâll feel better.â âI bet you donât really need those glasses.â âThese days are like a miracle.â âYou might catch a cold, you know?â âIâm just happy youâre back.â âYou think I can stay with you for a while?â âYour kindness is like a candle. It lights up. When it does, it brings a happy smile to my face.â âItâs fine. You can call my name without needing anything, and I donât mind if you hang around where I can see you, and if something pisses you off, you can hit me.â âI love you!â âYou look so beautiful right now. I canât even tell you.â âEverything about you is so easy to love.â âIn the crooks of your body, I find my religion.â âYou are, I think, an evening star, the fairest of all the stars.â âIâll send you a bouquet.â âSkip class today, letâs walk together in the park.â âBeing able to see you smile, being in your vicinity, just that is enough for me.â âWhen Iâm with you I can be myself naturally.â âIf only one request is granted then let me sleep next to you.â âI want to hug you once more, as soft as I can.â âMy friend, for who could be my equal but you.â âWhen I see you, I feel struck by a sense of duty to feed you!â âI have a request. Will you eat dinner with me? Will you eat and make dinner with me?â âYou were scared? But now, you are safe.â â[NAME]. Youâre my number one friend. A friend like you⌠wonât show up before me ever again. Youâre that important, even if you donât want to be.â âHey, this is delicious. Really delicious. Okay, open your mouth.â âYou came back.â âI think Iâm falling in love with you.â âIâm the luckiest person in the world.â âUh, here, this is for, uh, you.â âThank you for always thinking of me, and worrying about me.â âI know Iâve cause a lot of trouble, so I donât know if I can say this, but⌠But if you would still be my friend⌠I would be really happy.â âIf maybe I have managed to change just a bit⌠Itâs because I found people who accept me.â âYouâre just too warm and fuzzy!â âI think Iâm falling in love with you.â âChange is exhausting. I feel like thereâs nowhere to hide from all the newness of everything. Except here. With you.â âI lie awake at night and imagine running my fingers through your hair.â âI like your hair down. You look pretty.â âJust meeting you made me happy.â âYour voice is more comfortable to listen to than anyone elseâs.â âI want to⌠be with youâŚâ âTake my hand.â âIf I may, that is, it would give me the greatest pleasure if you would do me the honor of letting me lead you through this dance.â âPlease, stay by my side.â â[NAME], I⌠want to be together with you.â âYouâre⌠beautiful.â