Sombra pauses with her mouth to the lip of the bottle, expression drawn impressively thin— que desmadre— no wonder he's been such a pain about this. Gabriel jumped (predictably, come to think of it) right off the starting line and put Wash's back to the wall. Another scoff, another beat, and she's pulling a long, long sip.
She needs it right about now.
"I get it. You don't know him. What he's been through." The bottle's tipped back towards him, a peace offering. "Not like it's your problem, anyway."
Conflicts like this one? They don't die easy. And Gabe doesn't make it any easier.
"But who do you think's been responsible for his change of heart, mijo?" How many missions has he completed now on his best behavior? How many acts of favoritism has he done in the name of the Legion since Azúcar's arrival? Wash clearly saw him there, sitting in stoic, patient silence at the movie showing tonight.
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Sombra pauses with her mouth to the lip of the bottle, expression drawn impressively thin— que desmadre— no wonder he's been such a pain about this. Gabriel jumped (predictably, come to think of it) right off the starting line and put Wash's back to the wall. Another scoff, another beat, and she's pulling a long, long sip.
She needs it right about now.
"I get it. You don't know him. What he's been through." The bottle's tipped back towards him, a peace offering. "Not like it's your problem, anyway."
Conflicts like this one? They don't die easy. And Gabe doesn't make it any easier.
"But who do you think's been responsible for his change of heart, mijo?" How many missions has he completed now on his best behavior? How many acts of favoritism has he done in the name of the Legion since Azúcar's arrival? Wash clearly saw him there, sitting in stoic, patient silence at the movie showing tonight.
It's not exactly a coincidence to sharp eyes.