Road rat cuddles and ls
(Idk what the Is is so here’s some fluff.))
It was a lazy Sunday mid afternoon, and sure there were things that they could be doing, but it didn’t really matter, not like they would do it anyway. Leave the heavy lifting to the chumps of the compound. No Mako was content to be stretched out on his bed in the sunlight the managed to force itself into the room.
When he had first joined overwatch he wasn’t sure that he was making the right decision, it wasn’t like they were exactly heroes, but they were anything if they it paid well enough and well it did. Suddenly they had enough, enough food, enough shelter, enough family and it was nice. There was nothing to overthink, they had more here than they ever did anywhere and sure it was awkward and first but that was than and now they were at home.
He brushed the hair out of Jamison’s face as he was still sleeping, he was half on Mako, which was partly the reason why Mako hadn’t so much as tried to get out of bed.
Sleep didn’t come easily to either of them, so when Jamison was actually asleep he would do everything in his power to make sure that he wouldn’t wake up. Mako had his own set of nightmare that he had to deal with and he couldn’t imagine what Jamison’s were like, he couldn’t imagine what he had gone through. He didn’t like to think about it but sometime he couldn’t get it out of his head, especially at times like this when it was too quiet and he could just think. It was awful to just think sometimes. Junkrat adjusted to how he was lying and Mako held his breath afraid that he was waking up, but soon he heard the deep breathing he usually made whenever he did sleep.
He matched his breathing to Junkrat’s and just focused on that and it was nice and peaceful. He could feel himself drift in and out of sleep.