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“You know we’re gonna get busted for this, right?”

Jesse’s voice is unusually hushed, but seems disproportionately loud in the quiet of the small conference room; and beside him, Genji rolls his eyes, pulling the half-burned blunt from his synthetic lips.

“No one’s used these interrogation rooms in months. Look.” He drags a finger across the top of the table he sits on, and shows Jesse the clean stripe through the dust left behind. “Besides–who’s going to come looking all the way back here?” He takes another drag, and closes his eyes as he holds the smoke in his lungs; when he talks again, it’s with a pale plume of smoke billowing past his teeth, framing his words. “It’s not like you to be so paranoid. Here.”

He leans forward to hand the blunt over, and Jesse takes it with a faint twist to his lips. “This new Overwatch…it ain’t like last time we was here.” He shifts his weight, more comfortably leaning against the table that Genji sits on. “Things are different now. We’re different.”

Genji watches him mildly, then reaches out to lay his hand over Jesse’s, letting their fingers loosely slot together. Jesse’s gaze snaps to him, smoke trailing slow from his nostrils–like a dragon, Genji thinks. He smiles.

“It doesn’t have to be entirely different, does it, Jesse?”

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