[Zenyatta feels out Dell's limits as intently as he listens for them, measuring each and every newton of tension as he lifts up, up, up- and pauses. It's not as far as someone like Genji could manage, but it would still be a reasonable starting point if this were a real workout session.
Which. It is, still, sort of. But he doesn't know how much longer that's going to last with the uneven pull of Dell's breathing and the uncertainty in his voice.
He holds the position for another twenty seconds or so, then slowly lowers his leg again.]
We may make a yogi of you yet, my friend.
[On another night. As he raises the Engineer's other leg, he prepares to release the latches on his hand.]
Breathe... [- and there it goes. Dell's leg drops, and so does his hand, settled comfortably around the man's ankle.] Very good, Dell!
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Which. It is, still, sort of. But he doesn't know how much longer that's going to last with the uneven pull of Dell's breathing and the uncertainty in his voice.
He holds the position for another twenty seconds or so, then slowly lowers his leg again.]
We may make a yogi of you yet, my friend.
[On another night. As he raises the Engineer's other leg, he prepares to release the latches on his hand.]
Breathe... [- and there it goes. Dell's leg drops, and so does his hand, settled comfortably around the man's ankle.] Very good, Dell!