The first time Jesse kissed Hanzo, it was because of something Jack said.
“How do you know if ya love someone, Jack?” Jesse asked him while they were staked out in Eichenwalde, waiting for Winston to give them the go ahead to attack.
Jack’s visor covered his eyes, but an eyebrow raised. “Why do you ask.”
“Well, I got the feeling I might just love someone but I…well , I never loved anyone before. Not really, anyway.”
For a moment, Jack didn’t say anything. His head was looking towards the sky, his deep scar visible in the moonlight. Then, soft yet firm, Jack muttered, “The trouble is, kid, you don’t really know how much you love someone until they’re walking away.”
Jack didn’t answer. Instead, he sighed. “Just tell ‘em, Jesse. Before it’s too late. I damn well missed my chance. Don’t you miss yours, too.”
When the fighting was over, and they were all going back to the dropship, Jesse made sure to pull Hanzo aside just out of sight before cupping his face and kissing him soundly. To his relief, Hanzo immediately pulled him in and kissed him back, wrapping himself around the other man.
With a feeling unlike anything he’d ever felt before burning in his gut, Jesse found that he’d answered his own question.