"Right beaut, yeah," he agrees. Junkrat half-twists, half-rolls over, curling up his legs over Roadhog's thigh as he rests his chest against the other's rotund midsection, bringing his hands up and folding them under his head so that the poor guy doesn't have a twenty-degree chin stabbing him in the stomach.

"She's from our world. Ran inta'er shortly after showin' up here and she actually tolerated me--not 'cause she was lookin' fer info or had some kinda ulterior motive. Couple'a weeks later there's this job posted fer us Leiggos ta fake gettin' married so we could steal some magic relics or some shite like that, and when we got back we got real-married 'cause..."

Junkrat's shoulders shrug.

"Figured why not. Keen on each other enough."