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“You wanna talk about what happened?”

Lúcio’s overly-mild tone sets Hanzo’s teeth on edge; he
remains immobile, glaring down at the hands clasped in front of him on the kitchen
counter. “No,” he says finally, when the other’s revoltingly sympathetic stare
will not lessen. “I do not.”

“You sure?” Lúcio flips the knife in his hand, catching it by
the handle before resuming his rhythmic chopping of the carrots laid out on the
cutting board before him. “Cause I haven’t seen Eastwood ever give you such a cold shoulder. Last time I saw him with such a sour look he had a bullet in his leg.”

“Nothing happened.”
Hanzo grits out. “Nothing I have anything to apologize for.”

“Oh?” Lúcio sweeps the carrot pieces off the board and into
his salad bowl, then reaches for the grated gouda. “So what’s he got to
apologize for, then? ‘Cause clearly something happened.”

Hanzo remains silent.

“Hey man, you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” Lúcio
sprinkles a handful of cheese over his meal, shrugging a single shoulder in the
process. “I’m just saying, I grew up with three sisters. Pretty good at
conflict resolution over here.”

“Did you not rally your people and overthrow Vishkar from
your homes through force?”

“I’m good at that too,” Lúcio replies with another shrug.

Hanzo huffs a laugh through his nose. His fingers clench and
unclench around each other, fiddling idly as he considers his words. Finally,
his shoulders slump and he sighs openly.

“McCree found grey hairs this morning.”

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