The British Overwatch base was distinctly colder than most of the other bases. Operations in snowy countries like Russia or Tibet were outfitted with central heating, but clearly the English division didn't feel that was necessary. McCree didn't mind, he was near constantly bundled up in his poncho and thick fabric clothing, and his leather boots were toasty. But not puddle proof, as he'd learned while walking down the streets of London.

It got to the point where he exhaled, and saw a small cloud of his breath in front of his face. He stared at it as it disappeared, then looked round at Genji in disbelief. The cyborg shrugged, body language seeming calmly amused.

"Oh it's alright for you," Jesse huffed. "Do you even feel the cold?"

"Yes. But Doctor Mercy also installed a central heater in my armour." Oh well didn't he sound smug.

McCree shook his head, then started thumbing through the reports Winston had dropped in his lap at the last meeting. Genji set down a cup of tea beside him, then began organising files on the holoscreens. A comfortable quiet set in, and by the time he'd finished his tea he was half way through the reports. He was mostly skim reading, eyes picking out key words and getting the general gist of them. Once he was on the field, he'd piece together what was actually happening on the fly.

A profile caught his eye, partially for the photo, mostly for the surname depicted at the top. He paused, and actually read through the entire file.

"... your brother joined Overwatch?" There was a sharp click of flinching armour, and he looked up just as Genji peered over his shoulder.

"... not quite," he replied, clearing his throat. "Hanzo is a stubborn soul. Both Winston and I have given him an open invitation... granted, my invitation was in the form of almost cutting off his head."

"You sweet talker you." Genji sighed and shook his head.

"It is his nature... the lone wolf type. It has always been so..." Jesse scratched at his beard almost thoughtfully.

"He's the eldest?"

"He is."

"And he's the one that... did this to you..." He gestured to his friend's mechanical body. "And you still forgave him."

"It was expected of him... I know he feels guilt."

"I'm sure he does." McCree was quiet for a minute, then jolted upright in a sudden realisation. "Your body's not a problem!" Genji's optical band flashed, like a blink of surprise, and he gave Jesse a puzzled look. "I wasn't implyin' that you bein' a cyborg was an issue to me... I just realised how I made that sound..." He sank back into his seat, awkwardly glancing to the side. Genji tilted his head, the antenna on his helm twitching curiously, then he chuckled.

"It's alright, my friend. I didn't take offence, I knew full well what you meant." The samurai looked down at his mechanical hands, watching them flex. "I am... content with what I have become. But Hanzo is not."

"Content with what you are... or with what he is?"

Genji closed his fists, bowing his head. "... with the fact that what he has become, made me into what I am."

"Ah, the blame game." Jesse dropped the reports onto the coffee table, folding his hands over his belly. "I think Jack plays that game from time to time."

"Indeed..." Genji's arms lowered to his sides, shoulders lowering as he stared into the floor hard. "I want my brother to be at peace. That is what Zenyatta has taught me. Peace. I fear I may well have hated Hanzo if it weren't for Zen..." McCree nodded, although Genji was not looking at him. "If Zen could prevent me from hating my brother... perhaps he could stop Hanzo from hating himself."

"And that's what you're tryin' to do?" He looked back at the outlaw, being met with a steady, worldly gaze. "Tryin' to bring him into Overwatch so he can get over this self-loathing?"

"Mostly..." Genji was quiet, then looked back down at his feet. "... but I also... simply want my brother back..."

"... I'm sure he told himself that time and time again."

Another moment of silence fell between them, not quite as companionable, but not uncomfortable either. Jesse watched Genji's body language thoughtfully, then cleared his throat. "If'n there's anythin' I can do, anythin' at all, just lemme know. Even if it's... I dunno, holdin' the door open for you when you next go to talk to him."

Genji chuckled again, nodding. "Thank you, Jesse. I appreciate that."

"Has he even given it a chance?"

"The last we heard he said he'd... think about it."

"You don't like the sound of that."

"I remember when we were teenagers, I once asked him help me convince our father to buy me a motorcycle," Genji replied. "Hanzo said he'd 'think about it'."

"Motorcycle never happened?"

"Motorcycle never happened."

"Well ain't that a shame... but hey, now you've got cyborg legs that make you run fast. So he kinda came through in a way." Genji laughed.

"Perhaps, but I very much would have liked that Kawasaki Ninja."