The fridge opens and closes. Aluminum squeaks softly beneath the finger rubbing at it, while warm water runs over his hands. In the midst of it all, Roadhog spaces out enough that Junkrat says something about stars and is gone well before he can register it and turn his body around.

The look he was going to give the other tumbles through the empty space behind him, all the way back to the bed in the humvee half of Junkrat's hodgepodge home, where it lands in the soft rolls of the comforter and draws on and on and on into a weighty stare. He nearly calls it a night right then and there, but Roadhog eventually returns to his senses with a vigorous shake of his head.

Wandering out of his sight isn't something Junkrat is allowed to be doing right now.

A couple of minutes after Junkrat deserts him, Roadhog shows up at the base of the ladder. "Tired, Rat," he calls up from the bottom.