sometimes the job is its own reward, and sometimes it isn’t.
it should be enough to complete a mission unscathed and in what jesse’s betting is record time, but he can still feel the lingering edge of adrenaline in his system, thrill of the fight pounding hard and fast in his chest. and even with the satisfaction of a clean win this round and the fading radio chatter of ETAs in his ear, gabriel sounding pleased by recent news, there’s something missing.
jesse fans himself with his hat, light sweat cooling on his face, and leans into the partner he hadn’t been expecting to complement him so well.
❛ sure made quick work of ‘em, ❜ he says, approximating where about genji’s ear should be, and there’s a tone in his voice that’s awash of conspiratorial and quiet and proud notes all. pneumatic cylinders indent his sleeve, raised and prodding his upper arm, but jesse doesn’t think he minds. he feels steadied, breath coming ragged from his belly meanwhile. speaks like he’s sighing. ❛ wouldn’t be opposed to doin’ this more often. ❜