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“Incoming call from Agent Shimada.” Athena’s voice was the first thing to stir Jesse from his slumber, a groan of complaint ready on his lips until his sleep clouded mind processed the name of the caller. He rolled over, frowning slightly in thought. Was it worth it to answer the call in the odds that it was Hanzo, calling from halfway across the world on a mission, and risk the chance that it was Genji calling from down the hall just to be a dick.
“Mnn, which one?” he decided to ask even as he reached over to pick the flashing datapad up from his bedside table, frowning at the time. It was already nine in the morning; usually he would be up by now, but since it was usually Hanzo who got him up earlier it wasn’t really a surprise that he’d accidentally slept in.
“Agent Shimada Hanzo.” Athen’s voice broke into his thoughts, and without missing a beat Jesse pressed ‘answer call’, a warm grin already forming across his face.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of gettin’ ta see ya this mornin’?” He asked, propping the datapad up against the headboard so he could still laydown. Just cause he usually gets up sooner than this doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy laying in bed a little longer.
“As usual, Jesse, you owe me nothing.” Hanzo’s voice came through as the picture flickered to life. “You are still in bed? I didn’t wake you up did I?” The concern in the other’s voice just about melted Jesse’s heart and his smile only grew wider.
“Naw, sweetheart, shoulda been up over an hour ago. What about you, ya gettin’ enough sleep?” He asked, searching Hanzo’s face for the tell tale signs of mission related fatigue. The archer’s hair was up in a messy ponytail, though it looked heavy with moisture --freshly washed most likely. At least they had access to showers over there, which was already better than some of their missions offered.
“That depends on your definition of enough.” Hanzo stated dryly and Jesse’s attention was immediately drawn to the dark circles under his eyes, and the way he wasn’t holding himself as proudly as usual; shoulders slumped forward a bit, looking about two seconds from just leaning against the table the other man had propped his own datapad up on. “Enough to not die from exhaustion at any given moment, but not nearly enough to maintain optimal levels of moral in my opinion. I am positive the others would agree.” He glanced around suddenly, as though making sure nobody was listening in before leaning in and whispering dramatically with a teasing smirk, “Our dear Miss Oxton actually snapped at Doctor Ziegler today. It was a spectacle to behold.”
Jesse muffled his chuckle with the pillow he was resting on, trying to imagine how that had gone down. He’s sure Angela probably ordered poor Lena to go take a nap after that. He understood, though, late nights and early mornings on missions seldom led anywhere good, but it was just an occupational hazard they all had to deal with now that Overwatch had been recalled. Hanzo had smiled warmly at Jesse’s reaction to his news, but Jesse’s own smile quickly fell as he suddenly took in the darkness of the room on the other end of the call and the way Hanzo’s grin spoke of exhaustion.
“Aw shit honey, it’s late as hell over there isn’t it? And here I am keepin’ you up.” He said, brows furrowing in concern as he shifted to lift himself up onto his forearms as though he could just dive into the datapad, pick Hanzo up and make him go the fuck to sleep. Hanzo just chuckled on the other end, shaking his head fondly.
“You are not keeping me anything, I called you, or have you already forgotten that?” Hanzo responded, seeming to finally give in to his need for rest, leaning an elbow on the table and placing his chin in his hand. The teasing grin remained, though, and was now joined by a raised brow.
“Ha, ya think yer a real funny guy don’t you? And here I was bein’ concerned for yer health.” Jesse responded in mock offense, huffing a short laugh through his nose before growing serious once more, “But really, are you okay?” He searched the other’s face for anything other than tiredness. Hanzo seemed notice and sighed through a smile, leaning forward more to rest his chin on his folded arms, the pale light emanating from the datapad complimenting his features quite nicely; though Jesse thought just about everything complimented Hanzo’s features nicely, especially the dark red hoodie he was wearing that Jesse now recognized to be his own.
“I am perfectly fine, Jesse, though I think I will be much better once I can sleep in our own bed again.” He mumbled into his arms, his eyes closing for a few moments, while Jesse’s heart warmed at the thought that Hanzo considered it to be ‘their’ bed. Sure they’d been together for going on a year now, but it still thrilled Jesse to the core that the man in front of him wanted him in his life like this just as much as he wanted the same.
“Still, ya didn’t have to call me when it was so late.” He said, settling back down to rest his head on his own arms to almost unconsciously mirror Hanzo’s position. He couldn’t see the other man’s mouth behind his arms, but he could tell Hanzo was smiling by the way his dark eyes lit up and lifted just so slightly at the corners.
“Nonsense. Any other time you surely would have been busy.” Hanzo said dismissively, as though it were just common sense that he should keep himself up just to talk to him. Jesse was stunned beyond words as the implications of that came rushing into his mind. Truly he had to be the luckiest man alive to be in a relationship with not only the most gorgeous man in the world, but also the most selfless. Hanzo would not agree to either of those, but Jesse would never stop believing it, and never stop trying make Hanzo believe it as well.
“Honeybee, ya look so tired, you’re practically fallin’ asleep right there. Ya really didn’t have to-”
“I know.”
“...Pardon?”
“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” Again Jesse was shocked into speechlessness, blown away by just how honest, how sincere, Hanzo’s words were; how that smile still crinkled in the corners of those beautiful eyes, how he had his nose pressed to his sleeve as though trying to hold onto whatever scent of him still lingered there from when Jesse had last worn it.
“I love you.” He breathed out, those being the only words he thought were any sort of match to Hanzo’s.
“I love you as well.” Hanzo responded without hesitation and Jesse was certain not even the end of the world as he knew it could ever bring him down from the high those simple words caused in him. They stayed that was for a few minutes? A few hours? Jesse wasn’t sure, but he would have been perfectly content to keep staring at Hanzo for the rest of time. He realized though, that the other man still desperately needed to sleep, and the sooner they hung up the sooner he would be able to do that.
“Well I’ll be seein’ you darlin’.” he said, pretending to tip an invisible hat, which earned him a muffled chuckle from Hanzo who nodded in agreement.
“We will be returning in the next few days, I look forward to our reunion.” Hanzo attempted to say, but yawned half way through ‘reunion’ and after giving a small wave to Jesse leaned forward to press the hang up button; leaving Jesse once again alone in his room. With a sigh he finally sat up and stretched.
Sure it wasn’t nearly as good as waking up with Hanzo physically next to him, but it was certainly a better morning than would be without him at all, and he hoped Hanzo carried the same opinion.
Halfway across the world Hanzo Shimada laid down to sleep with a smile on his face, hoping he’d made Jesse’s morning just as wonderful as his night was now.