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[goddamngrenades]

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[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. ]