[For once, Junkrat doesn't actually have an answer. He just... grumbles, his vivid eyes screwed shut, face turned against the pillows still. He gives a little huff against them.
... he seems to melt a little, however, his resolve weakening slightly as Zenyatta resumes petting him.
He can't... really help it. Touch-- gentle, genuine, affectionate touch... it's something he experiences so incredibly rarely. Even if it's this thing-- this...
... thing...]
... mmmh.
[His head turns a bit, one of his eyes finally opening, though it's still refusing to look at Zenyatta. He's trying to look angry, but, more than anything, he just looks... troubled.]
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Date: 2017-01-08 05:07 pm (UTC)... he seems to melt a little, however, his resolve weakening slightly as Zenyatta resumes petting him.
He can't... really help it. Touch-- gentle, genuine, affectionate touch... it's something he experiences so incredibly rarely. Even if it's this thing-- this...
... thing...]
... mmmh.
[His head turns a bit, one of his eyes finally opening, though it's still refusing to look at Zenyatta. He's trying to look angry, but, more than anything, he just looks... troubled.]