He’s not entirely sure why he decided to cover Zenyatta when he’s made of metal, and much more durable than skin and leather and flesh. It would have made more sense to take cover behind him, and at one point he gladly would have. He’s not sure when that changed, and and he curses himself out for being a drokking idiot.

This runs through his head in a second. Rico has no time, or place, for hesitation, once he's already committed to the action. But he picks up on Zenyatta’s icy fear (for him? surely not), and that mollifies his anger at him somewhat.

The backwash of the heatwave rolls over his back, and he hears something hit. Many somethings. It takes him a second to get to his feet, but when he looks he thinks concussion. I can't be having more head injuries. But he blinks, and he’d not just seeing double. If he were one for wonder and sentimentality, he’d gasp. But instead, he coughs, and smiles.

“...That’s new,” he croaks. "Well, would you look at that. A little present, from you to you."