He still feels ridiculous -- more so when he becomes aware of Sombra watching them -- but this is part of being people, right? Having people. Sometimes indulging people, and there is now a very stubborn desire to prove that he's worth having around even for moments like this.

"You don't have flowers," he notes dryly, as they move. As his hands settle on Taylor's waist. He crooks his head back to regard Sombra, addressing her. "He should have flowers, shouldn't he? Or he'll feel left out."

Locus is, sometimes, capable of being a little shit.