It's Fareeha's turn to be embarrassed, hearing those discordant bits and feeling responsible for the way it effects the music. She's not allowed too much time to stew in her own thoughts, though, the way Junkrat reacts with a laugh. It's truly hard to be completely down around him; his enthusiasm is nearly as infectious as it is worrying at times.
She's a touch envious, that his musical strains are so carefree and unfettered, but she appreciates his ability to drag her from her own thoughts. After a moment, she reaches out to take his hand and offer to dance. There's something comforting, too, about the wordless communication.
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She's a touch envious, that his musical strains are so carefree and unfettered, but she appreciates his ability to drag her from her own thoughts. After a moment, she reaches out to take his hand and offer to dance. There's something comforting, too, about the wordless communication.