"If I thought yer relationship was perfect, mate, I wouldn't be askin' about it."

He gives her a lopsided yet genuine grin, and puts down his marker. Junkrat presses his hands together, folding his mismatched fingers between each other, resting his chin on them to show her his pure, undivided attention.

"Like I said, ya sound like ya need a couch and an armchair. I just happen ta be fresh out, but I'll do me best."