[Zenyatta beams. Ordinarily he might object to jeans- they're hardly the most forgiving garments- but knowing Dell they'll be the most worn-in, washed-soft pair this side of Lunatia.]
Dell! You are a cowboy! [He claps his hands together, delighted. Yes, he's actually pleased with that.] How fitting!
[Already he is slotting himself alongside the Engineer, threading their arms together, slim metal through thick muscle. Side by side like this, he feels every one of the inches between them in height- and the fox within him bristles with pride at the thought, petty though he knows it to be.]
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Dell! You are a cowboy! [He claps his hands together, delighted. Yes, he's actually pleased with that.] How fitting!
[Already he is slotting himself alongside the Engineer, threading their arms together, slim metal through thick muscle. Side by side like this, he feels every one of the inches between them in height- and the fox within him bristles with pride at the thought, petty though he knows it to be.]
We do not have far to go. Follow me lead.