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It's been a good week, a lovely day with the sun out and humidity low. No missions were expected for the next few days so an outing was to be had down in the pleasant town of Gibraltar. Everyone had a good time but alas the elderly’s beds called to them early into the night and the children had moved back to attend Hana’s stream armed with enough snacks, sweets, and nano colas that greet you into the arms of insomnia to last an apocalypse. This left our favorite of the bunch, the middle-aged queers, to spend the rest of the night bar hopping till it was just our beloved alcoholics left. They’ve been getting better with their alcoholic tendencies but tonight was a night of fun so fuck that. They’re here to have a good time, not a long time. Though with Angela’s tech they’ll probably have a good time and a long time.
Trudging up the cliff Cole supports his soft and squishy archer as they make their way to the mess hall to grab some smart water (they’re better to prevent hangovers guys, lifehack). Cole decided to be the semi responsible adult and was soberer between the two but honestly, he probably drank less to witness Hanzo being an adorable drunk. Yeah, he drank that much tonight.
Sitting the archer on a stool, Cole pulled out two bottles of smart water (electrolytes baby) handing one out to Hanzo's outstretched grabby hands. Ignoring the water Hanzo grabbed the cowboy’s wrist pulling him in and squishing the cold bottles between them Hanzo shared his sudden epiphany.
“Cole, Cole!”
“Yeah babe I’m here I’m listenin’”
“Cole Cassidy you must understand Cassidy Cole that humans simply do not have enough arms.”
Here it is, Cole thought delighted, this is worth not getting drunk for.
“I, me!," he emphasized, "I do not have enough arms!” Hanzo seemed genuinely distraught by this fact.
“Why do you need more arms babe? You’re already so competent with two”
“I need..I need-” he groaned in frustration unable to find the words to express his very serious problem. “I do not have enough arms to hold everyone I love all at once.”
Cole’s face scrunched up and freed a hand to clench at his chest as if he was hit by a barrage of hearts.“Aw, honey, baby, it's okay. We can all just hold you instead”
Hanzo dropped his face into his hands, “That’s so sweet.” He actually started to sob, “That's so sweet. It's so sweet I’m going to get cavities and overwatch doesn’t even have a dental!” Sob.
The quiet chuckles were ignored.
Hanzo suddenly lifts his flushed face, making eye contact with an air of desperation. “I would sacrifice all my teeth for you.”
“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me”, Cole replied as seriously as he could manage.
A worried frown crept into his wild eyebrows “Would you still love me even without teeth?”
“Darlin, I love you with or without teeth.”
“I’d be a muppet”
“I like muppets”
Nano Cola enjoy!
Brigitta cringed as all eyes faced her and her why-is-the-drink-talking-for-what-reason-did-technology-have-to-be-used-to-enjoy-a-soda-capitalism-has-gone-to-far nano cola. Hana was doing her best not to laugh but failing. Lucio had actual tears in his eyes cause ugh, adorable middle-aged gay goals. And for some reason Genji was part of the youngster’s group, smashing popcorn against where his mouth would be on the helmet. The crumbled popcorn fell back into the popcorn bowl in his arms.
There was a group hug.
The End.