Lovely, dear. [Gency]

Sticks and stones

Genji

Angela gave out a exhilarated gasped, tears over flowing her face, she screamed with joy, hugging the mans exoskeleton. Genji didn't...look well. He looked like a partly finished animatronic, his body's core was exposed, no patting to his legs, only thick sticks connected to wires and a oval that was supposed to act as the hip. It was a wonder how it could carry Genji's body weight.

Genji's face was showing, a weak, pained smile across his lips. Angela sobbed onto his chest, and he stroked her hair, holding her close.

"Angela, I look like a freak." He commented. Angela's crying turned more into sobbing laughter. "You're my freak." She said through tearful gasps. Genji blinked, surprised. He moved his 'legs' and started to get up, slightly carrying Angela, who continued to lean into him.

"Are you alright, Angela?" Genji asked. Angela looked up at him, straight in the eyes, "why the hell would you ask if IM okay?! Are you insane?!" Angela said in fury. Genji chuckled. "Maybe." He replied, his goofiness still there.

Angela smiled, and hugged him even tighter. Genji grunted with effort. Then Angela gasped. "Genji! Your I.V!" She exclaimed, and grabbed his bicep, dragging him away and into one of the medical rooms, quick to hook him to an I.V.

"Why Did you get up?" She asked, sitting down in a chair besides the bed. Genji sighed, "Too look for you. To.." he reached out, caressing her face. "Make sure you were okay." Genji finished. Angela huffed, putting her hand on top of his and pressing it against her cheek lightly.

"You should probably head to bed, Genji." Angela smiled at him, still ove whelmed with joy about him waking. Genji gave a soft smile in return and nodded. "I...Alright." He sighed heavily and laid back, forcing his eyes to close.

As he drifted into sleep, Angela stayed by his side all night, eventually falling asleep with her head on the bed and hunched over. Genji ended up pulling her closer, the two snuggling through out the night.

A scream

Angela and Genji woke up startled. Once their eyes adjusted to the sun rays filtering into the room, they saw the small teenage girl with her hands to her mouth and stars in her brown eyes.

"Angela!" Hana Song screeched. Genji blinked, narrowing his eyes as he seemingly tried to make out what the young girl was saying—his senses weren't exactly the same

Angela furrowed her eyebrows, then saw the spot she was in. Her hand was placed on Genji's chest, her legs wrapped his. She blushed, looking up at him. He gave a sheepish smile and shrugged.

Angela looked back at Hana, "y-yes?" She said. Out side in the hall there was panicked yelling, hollering, and a lot of crashes.

"wHat happened?" McCree said breathless, his gun in his hand. McCree stopped, wide eyed. "Genji!" He yelled, dropping his gun and putting his hands to his head, his hat being tilted backwards.

Genji lifted one of his hands, his face cringing with pain for a moment and waved. McCree finally noticed Angela. "God damn, Angela! You can't jus' keep Genji to yer self! Share him!" McCree walked over to the other side of the bed and practically picked Genji up, hugging him with delight as Angela slid off the bed.

Hana hugged Angela, herself smiling, and Angela returned the gesture. "M-McCree.." Genji said, struggling. "Cowman, you're choking me." He said, tapping Jesses back, who immediately dropped him back on the bed. "Sorry, Genji!" He chuckled sheepishly.

Genji waved his hand, "no problem." He replied with a smile. "I simply don't understand why you value me. But, you seem too. It...confuses me." He said, muttering.

McCrees eyebrows furrowed. "I'm not sure I understand, Genji." He replied, sitting besides him. "Why wouldn't I? You're an excellent shot, you are flexible and reasonable, a total goof and my friend, if I dare say." McCree chuckled, leaning forwards to see Genji's eyes.

"Not anymore." Genji store at his hands. Angela crouched in front of him, setting her hands on his thighs. He quickly stood up, grunting with effort as he slightly limped out of the room. Angela frowned, standing up and watching him leave.

McCree put a hand on her shoulder. "He'll be fine, Angela. We just have to recover."