[It's the way he says it, that sincerity. The kind of inflection no living human knows how to fake without peeling some part of themselves up and away, exposing vulnerable skin. She's had people ask her to stay before, but it wasn't like this: less about her being around and more about the benefits, the odds, the profits, the power—
Sombra grins. A wan little upwards tug at the corner of her mouth as she scoffs, turns her head to bury her mouth where her cheek had been resting just a half-second earlier. Affection. Real affection. The kind that comes without expectation or standards. The most she knows how to give.]
Wouldn't want you to.
[One or the other, she knows by now they're attached. That they'd decay in isolation.]
He needs you. [And Taylor needs him.]
Just do me a favor and make sure he stays out of trouble.
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Sombra grins. A wan little upwards tug at the corner of her mouth as she scoffs, turns her head to bury her mouth where her cheek had been resting just a half-second earlier. Affection. Real affection. The kind that comes without expectation or standards. The most she knows how to give.]
Wouldn't want you to.
[One or the other, she knows by now they're attached. That they'd decay in isolation.]
He needs you. [And Taylor needs him.]
Just do me a favor and make sure he stays out of trouble.