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