It starts as a snort when Taylor leans in to also kiss Locus, but given the flush to her cheeks from too much tequila, barely a second in and Sombra's genuinely rolling with laughter curled up in the sand. He's just so earnest like this.

Well— he's always earnest it seems, but with Taylor's brain in a thick fog and his spirits already high (and Locus' determinedly stilled expression), it all delves into entirely unthinking levels of sincerity.