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[goddamngrenades]

York here, leave a message at the tone.

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[goddamngrenades]

Hacker on Sniper action. Hot.

[ Wait, no, don't think about that, put those thoughts in a box and lock it and never visit it again please and thank you. York tries to cover his mental flush and sputter and it's. Well.

It's his brain he's not used to sharing it with anyone but Delta and Delta is accustomed to politely ignoring those little mental tangents. ]

We missed you too. And- sure. Get comfy, there's plenty of room in here. Mi casa tu casa.

[vata]

It'd be hotter if she didn't shoot me every time we get close.

[Don't worry, Taylor, there's no sense of sharpness at the thought, no buckling on her end. After all, he could think of worse things than something she's already entertained once before...

And paid the price for.]

Gracias.

[It's the equivalent of putting her feet up: a sensation of spreading warmth like she's slung an arm across his shoulder without any real, tangible contact.] How'd the mission go?

It is over, isn't it? I've been listening to the transmissions.

[goddamngrenades]

...I feel like that should be more of a deterrent for me than it actually is.

[ Still, note to self: Keep Sombra away from Widowmaker to avoid bulletwounds. Shot up Sombra, just the idea of it, causes a reflexive clench of his gut that's swiftly smoothed over by that settling warmth on his skin.

This, this he could get used to.

He returns the favor as best he can, a mental lean, a lukewarm (As delta brings a hint of cool mint to everything) nuzzling at her hair. ]

Yep. Kicked ass, took names, wounds are being licked. Delta's...Not talking about how upset he is by his first friend he made on his own not actually being his friend at all.

[vata]

Is that what happened? Pobrecito...

[Said with no small amount of sympathy: she might be a creature of habit and deception, but even she knows how it feels, getting attached to someone. Something. Finding out it's all a lie.]

Well, at least he's got us.

[goddamngrenades]

That he does. [ Delta does settle somewhat at the reminder. Someone clever and vicious likes him just as much as someone that thought him worth little. ] How are you holding up? That mess was all over the place. You're okay?

[vata]

Mm. [A noncommitted noise, habitually deflecting, though there's a warm sense of honesty that chases it: like fingers through his hair, like a comforting hum at the edge of his thoughts.]

Mostly good.

[Mostly.] I might need a favor from you, if you've got the time. Small one. Not really a big deal.

[goddamngrenades]

Ask away, I'll do what I can. You know this.

[ The sky is blue, the grass is green, he's a snuggly fuck and always available to try and help out his people and Sombra? Has long since become one of his, one of their, people. ]