(death mention) one night when junkrat is having trouble with sleep, on roadhog’s watch, he starts talking about after death. he doesn’t know exactly what he believes but he’s got a few suspicions. or stuff he hopes, anyway. and he says, “hey roadie? can you promise me somethin’? promise me you’ll find me in the next life. promise me we’ll find each other.”
and hog just kinda stares at him and rat rolls over and just keeps talking anyway. “you believe in heaven? i dunno if i do. we can find each other easy if it’s like that. but if i come back here, i’m gonna be one of those stars way out there. i’ll burn bright as day for ya. ya gotta come find me, okay?”
roadhog is amazed at how serious he looks, saying something like that.
it should sound too cheesy to take serious, but hog can feel his brows knitting under his mask, and his throat going tight. he should be keeping watch, but he’s just staring.
“i dunno what you’ll be, but you gotta promise you’ll find me. i don’t wanna lose you. i dunno how much time we got left, but i don’t wanna lose you after one measly life.” junkrats running a hand through his hair, picking at his bald spot. hog grunts at him, and rat turns and props himself up on his good elbow. “you gotta find me, okay? promise.”
roadhog nods and grunts again. he swallows, face hot and eyes too wet. he turns away, and when he turns back, junkrats curled up and passed out in his bedroll. “promise,” he says, softly. he resists the urge to tuck in the grown man beside him into his ratty bedroll, by getting up to do another perimeter check.
Hancock secretly loves knitting and everyone in Goodneighbor has at least one knitted item as a present from him. Bobbi used to have a knitted ski mask to help her with her heists and shit but it got revoked after The Big Dig happened.