On reuniting
Itâs not a particularly quiet time, not usually. Heâs suspicious, and for a moment his throat tightens as he considers the possibility of coming home to less people than he bid farewell to only ten months ago.
Itâs irrational, and he mutters as much to himself. The tension in his muscles matches that which lingers in his mind.
In all honestly, he just wants to kick up his feet in a wicker chair overlooking a modest garden, and if heâs lucky, have a familiar shoulder to rest his head upon.
Thwip!
He flings himself backwards, Peacemaker in his hands aiming directly at the ground in front of him. Arrow - attack - target above. His sights and his aim shift up to the rooftop, pausing. Thereâs a tense moment while Jesse finally processes the familiar silhouette, and he snickers to himself as he holsters Peacemaker and relaxes his stance.
Hanzo hops down off of his perch, striding towards Jesse. He ignores his fallen arrow.
âYour reflexes,â he says. âImpeccable as always.â
âYour aim. Damn near gave me a heart attack. Anâ after what Iâve jusâ been through...â
A little laugh. It makes Jesseâs heart jump.
âApologies, McCree, for my insensitivity.â
Jesse waves it off. Heâs too preoccupied with the smirk on Hanzoâs lips. Too content to take a minute just looking him over. His hair looks longer, though still tied with a golden ribbon. Beard tidy, as always, a stark contrast to his own scruffiness. Hanzo, to his credit, waits patiently, until Jesse takes the two steps forward to close the distance.
âI missed ya, sweetpea.â The words come out rushed, murmured into Hanzoâs hair. Jesse inhales and itâs like the first breath of fresh air heâs ever taken. The arms tightening around him nearly make his legs give out, itâs such a rush of comfort and contentment and home, that he canât hold in the sighed words of affection. âHanzo. Hanzo, sweetheart, I missed ya so god damned much.â
âI missed you, Jesse. Every day was a battle. Every night, a loneliness I could not shake. I-â
âIâm home now, darlinâ.â He moves to pull away, if only to look at Hanzo, but heâd be lying if the way Hanzo resisted for half a second doesnât choke him up a little. âI jusâ want tâ look at you.â He wants to look forever, if he could.














