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Hanzo was as methodical as he was stubborn, a fact that Genji knew all to well.
Starting with his hands, the elder brother's attention was gained.
Genji knew the other man had to relearn his brother, just as he was relearning himself.
Genji had learned patience. Hanzo already had the perseverance.
A month's worth of days passed, and finally, Hanzo's touch had passed the circular light that adorned his cybernetic sibling's chest. Genji did not flinch when the wandering path rough, warm fingers took wound up at his hip.
Hanzo had turned to his feet, then. Pedes, the doctor had said, sounded much more appropriate, for no human foot could sense like these. An elegant word for an elegant bit of anatomy.
Genji did laugh, though, when Hanzo's fingertips curled, perhaps too deeply, into the mesh that was the back of his knee.
Hanzo's smile was a rare thing, and treasured.
It was a particularly calm day when those hands cupped around Genji's neck struts, thumbs just below the jaw of his mask. Hanzo's gaze was somehow sad, and the younger brother did not need words to know what their next move together was.
It came off, and Hanzo's gaze was scrutinizing, penetrating.
Genji had thought himself prepared, but it was a sore lesson to learn that he was not.
Hanzo refused him the freedom to hide. Pushed the mask away, and came closer from where he knelt across from his brother.
Thumbs, rough from use, were tender against scarred and healed skin. Followed the arch of cheekbones. The line of lips that parted in a shuddering breath.
Hanzo kissed his tears away, and said nothing more as they held each other for the first time in what felt had been ages.
Worth the wait, Genji knew.