[Genji shifts into leading them with little resistance; the simple steps are not trouble for him at all, even in his exhausted state, and he pulls them around the room in slow circles without missing a step in her impromptu beat. It takes him a long moment, but he recognizes the cadence of her humming and he can't help closing his eyes against the odd twist in his chest. He misses McCree, and that fact surprises him.
His eyes come back open at her words though the only response he gives is a quiet hum of acknowledgement. Her weight and warmth against him is all too welcome at the moment, despite the issues still lingering with his body. Here the two of them are, dancing in the ghost of a beacon of hope, clinging to one another to avoid drowning.
At least he's not alone.
He's confused when she pulls away at first, but once she starts moving into the spin he understands. Watches and follows her silent directions, lets her twirl before hooking her back close, a smooth motion of his arm around her waist. In that moment she had looked truly ethereal; golden hair swaying with the momentum of her body, her motion easy and graceful, the light of his room drawn to her.
He feels his throat closing up as he pulls her back to him, swallows with difficulty through it. He is entirely too lucky to have her in his life. Or what counts for his life, these days.]
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His eyes come back open at her words though the only response he gives is a quiet hum of acknowledgement. Her weight and warmth against him is all too welcome at the moment, despite the issues still lingering with his body. Here the two of them are, dancing in the ghost of a beacon of hope, clinging to one another to avoid drowning.
At least he's not alone.
He's confused when she pulls away at first, but once she starts moving into the spin he understands. Watches and follows her silent directions, lets her twirl before hooking her back close, a smooth motion of his arm around her waist. In that moment she had looked truly ethereal; golden hair swaying with the momentum of her body, her motion easy and graceful, the light of his room drawn to her.
He feels his throat closing up as he pulls her back to him, swallows with difficulty through it. He is entirely too lucky to have her in his life. Or what counts for his life, these days.]