Actions would always speak louder to Roadhog than the words he'd chosen to abandon.

Roadhog yawns again, the silence between them otherwise drawing out, but in a moment the larger Junker lays a calloused hand over Junkrat's back like a scratchy old blanket.

His immediate, physical response is separated from his eventual verbal one by a vast delay spanning incalculable minutes.

"That mean we can go?"