Locus grunts, satisfied at least that Sombra has assisted in her own way, while he cocks his head to try and get a bearing on where York is at. Is he...is he actually blushing?
That registers as odd, somehow. But he shakes his head, nodding towards where Sombra is sprawled in the sand. "We should go keep your date company."
And that word doesn't quite needle him the same way it did, hours before. Maybe just the reminder that he's still a part of this, even not necessarily romantically, is encouraging. How long has it been since he could say he had friends?
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That registers as odd, somehow. But he shakes his head, nodding towards where Sombra is sprawled in the sand. "We should go keep your date company."
And that word doesn't quite needle him the same way it did, hours before. Maybe just the reminder that he's still a part of this, even not necessarily romantically, is encouraging. How long has it been since he could say he had friends?