"Yes." Without missing a beat he sidles up next to Locus to mirror Sombra's posture, arms wound around Locus' face pressed against his shoulder (He's a little taller than Azucar. "Absolutely necessary. You match, now. Show him."

The same gift he'd given her- holographic orchids that play music. Something to stand alone or wear however she wants- but programmed to be just as lovely a crown as the one Locus wears in the moment. He's just tipsy enough not to question this shit. It is how it is, get with the program.