Both orders are acknowledged with a droll hum, afterwhich Roadhog simply collects his two leaning towers of food, wasting no time wandering off in search of a couch that could handle the two of them plus another body that scratched the two meter mark.

Luckily--for Fareeha, because Junkrat was used to tight squeezes and his scrawny ass could probably slither up a drain pipe--there were a couple of four-seaters in the room, and on his way over to the one closest to the projector screen, Roadhog has no qualms against swiping some of the blankets and pillows meant for the people who were going to be sitting on the floor.

Soon enough, the bodyguard could be found surrounded by his spoils, three squashed pillows sticking out from under his back, one behind his head, one hand crushing (hugging) another pillow patterned with tiny strawberries to his side. His boots are kicked up on a bean bag chair as he passes the time bringing more donut holes up to his now just barely uncovered lips. Meanwhile, the empty half of the couch has a single blanket haphazardly slung on it, large, dark, and velvety.

Just in case the happy couple wanted to do the rest of the world a favor and be covert with their cuddly crap.