McCree, playing coy: hey babe, do you like me?
Hanzo, reading a magazine: Yes.
McCree: How much :3c?
Hanzo, not looking up: The depths of my affection for you could swallow the world’s seas a hundred times over.
Hanzo: The white-hot intensity of the love I feel for you every day would set the iciest depths of space ablaze.
Hanzo: When I see the smallest sliver of pain cross your face, I muse about killing the Gods and seizing their power for myself, if only to ensure your everlasting happiness.
McCree: Awwww :3c
Tracer, standing to the side with a mouthful of Pop-Tart: [whispered] what the fuck
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