Jesse laughed and shook his head. “Gingerbread, sweetheart,” he said as he mixed everything together with his left hand.
One of the perks to having a prosthetic is that the damn thing didn’t get tired from repetitive movement. Hanzo gave him a flat look before dipping his finger carefully into the mixture. He popped the batter into his mouth and nodded, confirming that the mixture was, in fact, gingerbread.
“Glad you decided to join me,” Jesse said as he set the bowl down and started searching for the rolling pin. “Gets kinda lonely when everyone takes off home for the holidays.”
“I…thought you would appreciate it,” Hanzo murmured as he brushed his shoulder against Jesse’s.
“Reinhardt showed you some old family videos?” Jesse asked. “Don’t feel like you gotta replace the old men, Hanz. I love you no matter what.”
“I know,” Hanzo murmured as he shifted some of the cookie-cutters around. “I just…I know how much Jack and Gabriel meant to you. I…Christmas is not celebrated the same way in Japan. I do not…have the same magical,” he waved a hand as he struggled for words. “Wonder that you have for the season. I can appreciate spending time with people that I have come to care about but these traditions you have….”
“Hanzo,” Jesse smiled as he pulled his boyfriend close and kissed him. “Mmm, that’s the fun part about traditions; they change dependin’ on who’s makin’ them with you.”
“That is not how traditions work,” Hanzo grumbled around Jesse’s lips, but he didn’t pull away.
“Maybe not to the stuck up conservatives,” Jesse winked as he pulled away and started rolling out the cookie dough. “But to young, fresh-faced boys like us? Traditions were made fer changin’.”
Hanzo smiled slightly before he slipped under Jesse’s arm to start pressing the cookie-cutters into the rolled out dough. Jesse nuzzled the side of his buzzcut just above his ear before he joined Hanzo in slowly making Christmas cookies.