(Just a different type of writing thing I wanted to try)

I see you think you are invincible,

You're wrong.

You're human.

You feel, you breathe, you bleed.

A rather loud noise woke Roadhog from his slumber, not that it was hard to wake him up in the first place. Roadhog sighed heavily, what was Junkrat up to now? As he slid from bed, his tired eyes landed on the clock on the bedside table. It was four in the morning, Junk was really going to hear it this time. Roadhog can handle a lot of shit from the younger male but waking him up at four in the morning with…those noises. Roadhog paused when he opened the door. The noises he now heard sounded almost like sobbing.

Roadhog continued on his way, stopping at the only other room within the fancy hotel, the door was slightly ajar. He gently guided the door open, seeing the room empty but was it really? The noises had softened till they could not be heard, but the sound had obviously come from inside this room. Before entering, Roadhog took a moment to realize that the room was in worse shape than earlier, so much so that the first thing he saw on the ground, near the door, was Junkrat's arm.

He knelt, picking up the damaged arm, running one hand on the wall to feel a gap. At least now he knew what woke him up. He entered the area, calmly looking around. It looked like he had thrown a fit or something. His bed covers had been flung nearly to the corner, dark objects were littering the ground, more than usual at least.

Roadhog carefully evaded the dark figures for his own safety, his main goal was trying to find Jamison without turning the light on. He inspected the closet, nothing alive—nothing alive named Jamison inside the closet. Under all the junk in his closet there could very well be life. It wasn't under he had searched the entire room that he suddenly felt stupid and looked to the large blankets that had been thrown, in particular a certain clump nearest to the corner.

"Junkrat," He muttered, getting no answer despite Roadhog knowing he was there. How he had not realized sooner was beyond him. He towered over the blankets for a moment before sitting next to them. "What happened?" he asked, still holding the other's small arm in his hand. When he was met with more silence he finally just reached for the covers, tugging at them.

"No!" he got as a response to the gesture. No what? Did he want to suffocate himself in a ball of fabric? The raised voice urged Roadhog to continue to try and unravel the younger male. Tossing the thinnest of the two blankets to the side. At least now he could see the silhouette of crazy blond hair, alongside that it was now very apparent that he was breathing heavily.

I see you think that you have to face things alone,

You're wrong.

You're human.

You can see me, you can touch me, you can trust me.

"Rat." He said sternly, the other only wrapping himself tighter in his last layer of defence against the cold. This was not going to help. Roadhog took a deep breath and put his hand on the other's back. It was clear that something was wrong with him. He had destroyed the room far more than the earlier hours, nearly broke his mechanical arm, and was in a ball on the floor, unresponsive. He honestly had not seen this kind of behaviour.

It was a good few minutes of silence between them, seeing as Roadhog could not find anything good to say. So instead, he just sat there and offered his silent company, hoping it was enough to comfort him. After a few minutes, he could hear Junkrat shifting in his blanket, "Go back to your own room." He muttered, "Please." Now Roadhog knew there was something wrong, since when did Jamison say please? It did have a commanding tone to it but still.

He could see him stand up, Hog copying the action. A simple word could sum up everything the large male was thinking. "No." He stated simply. Jamison had woken Hog up at four in the morning by throwing things around in his bedroom and ripping a hole in the damn wall. The least he could do was explain why he had a fit.

Usually the other would have had something cheeky to say in this situation but he only stood in front of his bed. Instead of getting teased for worrying about him, Jamison growled "You aren't needed, Hog." His words slow and with sharp pronunciation. It was easy to tell that whatever was happening was a sensitive subject, it was obvious by how closed off he was acting compared to usual. It was so unusual to see him…so weak.

The comment Hog received made him growl, "You have a lot of nerve to speak to me that way, Jamison." He told him but turned to leave anyway. He can sort out his problems alone if that is what he wants, he was only there because he is getting paid. "Suit yourself." He muttered with a soft growl about to leave until he heard Jamison say something.

With a tired and frustrated sigh Hog turned his head back to look at the bed. "What?" he asked not having heard what the other said. Once again, he was met with a mumble "Speak up, Rat." He spoke in an irritated tone, Jamison's bad mood toward him having spread into his own.

"'m sorry." Jamison muttered, surprising the larger man for a good few moments. He just wanted to sleep at this point, turning and leaving would be easy but instead he remained in the room, time to get the answer he deserved or sleeping would be the next step in this situation. He opened his mouth but didn't get any words out as Jamison begun to speak again. "Do…Do you think … I'm a monster?" the question caught Hog off guard as he stood there.

I see you think you are a horrible person,

You're wrong.

You're human.

You make promises you can't keep, you make mistakes you can't fix, you make friends you can't maintain.

Did he have a nightmare or was he unable to sleep and had just been thinking? There was more than one answer that popped into his mind, though it took him a moment to think about it. Time crawled by before he spoke, "No." The single word was all that Jamison got as an answer, the thinner male's shoulders seemingly lowering a bit as he lowered his defence. Hog walked closer to him and putting a hand on his shoulder, now that he was close to the other he could see tear tracks on his skin that coursed from his eyes down his cheek and along his jaw, leaving a trail of cleaner skin in the path it took.

Jamison hadn't gotten a choice in what he became, if anything he was the monster.

He had chosen to kill people and attack, Jamison had been born into this world where he needed to learn survival over kindness. Mako turned Jamison around, a sliver of light coming from the door catching his amber eyes for a moment, they were red from a lack of sleep and from the tears that had been shed. This man had grown up in a world where weakness meant death. Part of Mako wondered how Jamie would have been if he had been born into the same world as himself, part of him wondered how he would have turned out if he had been given a choice. He was faced with someone who grew up disguising his broken trust, wariness, and weakness as strengths. Someone who had lost his limbs and created new ones for himself, someone who had lied his way through life, and most importantly someone who had been alone for years until he came along.

Mako lifted Jamie into his arms, letting him shift to lay back against his arm like it was a hammock, before turning to lumber back into the hallway and to his room. Jamie shifted once Mako started moving, hooking his arms around the other's neck as if Mako was about to let him fall. Warm tears dripped onto Mako's skin as he entered the room, pausing to look down at the other whose face was turned away from him. "Jamison…" he muttered bringing one of his hands up to run brush Jamison's hair as he turned Jamie's face to look at him. He continued toward the bed, placing Jamison down as he knelt on the ground. Jamie's eyes were shut tightly as if he was avoiding having to look at anything or pretending that nothing could see him.

"Jamie, look at me." He muttered as Jamison's eyes slowly opened to look down at Mako's mask. "You are not a monster, you are a survivor." He told him in a stern voice as he reached up to wipe a tear that was making its way down his face. The situation was giving him major flashbacks to before the Omnium explosion, a time he did not like to remember. Just as Mako realised where his hand was, he went to retract it but stopped when he felt Jamison's hand grip his. He allowed Jamison to pull it back to his cheek.

Silence filled the air as he let Jamie calm down, it was only when Jamie's attention was brought to the mask that Mako almost started to distance himself, moving back a little just as the other's fingers grazed his ear. Despite this Jamie continued forward at a slower pace, his hand tracing the strap until he found a buckle. Mako remained still as it was slowly released, though just before it fell off he brought a hand up to keep the mask on a moment longer. Jamie helped Mako lower the mask with a slight pressure from his hand.

Mako moved to look away when he noticed Jamison staring at his face, it was dark was he expecting to see every detail? Despite the 'In darkness you see less' logic, Jamie's hand was reached out to trace a rather prominent scar on Mako's face, making the larger man flinch. His fingers traced along the large scar running from his right eyebrow down across the bridge of his nose and his top lip before stopping when it got to his jawline.

Jamie sighed, "Jus' thought yer mask would be uncomfortable ta sleep in…" he muttered, Mako shaking his head, "Not really." He muttered in return, eyes looking to the side as he stood up and walked to the other side of the bed. He felt exposed without his mask.

He could almost feel Jamison watching him as he got comfortable on his side of the bed, his back toward the other, it was enough that he had his mask off. Mako could feel Jamie press his back against him, a glance to the small man confirmed that he had curled up his knees. With a sigh, he moved the blankets to cover them both and moved to lay on his back. Jamison wiggled his way between Mako's side and arm, using his arm as a cuddle pillow as he curled himself up, head obviously not resting for a good few moments. When Jamie finally relaxed Mako found himself met with words that he never imagined he would hear.

"Wha' did I do to deserve someone like you?"

So, you think you do not deserve me?

You're wrong.

You are Jamison Fawkes.

You are strong but you don't need to be strong all the time, you are smart but you don't always make good decisions, you are yourself and that is all you need to be.