Hanzo went still when Jesse returned, but then Genji was with him, being pushed along in a wheelchair. And he was conscious.

He dropped down as soon as Genji stopped, pushing his head forward to sniff deeply. Genji smelled like disinfectant, whatever painkillers he was on, metal, and the weird oil-blood smell that came out when Genji was injured.

Genji reached out with his only hand to touch Hanzo's snout. Hanzo let out a quiet breath, the tension in his shoulders going out and he closed his eyes. When Genji spoke, it was in Japanese, and his voice was calm and quiet. There was a lime green glow around his fingertips, like the hide of his dragon, but it didn't manifest fully.