Genji’s steps echoed softly through the corridors of Watchpoint: Gibraltar, each footfall amplifying the hollow feeling in his chest. The absence of your presence was a void that gnawed at him, a stark contrast to the bustle of activity he was accustomed to. The place felt different, colder, without you here.

He had expected to see you among the new recruits, or at least to hear some word about your whereabouts. Instead, the silence of your absence weighed heavily on him. His concern, a mix of old friendships and unresolved feelings, had compelled him to seek you out personally—a task he rarely undertook but felt necessary this time. It wasn’t just about duty; it was about the lingering hope that you might return to where you belonged.

His search led him to a quiet corner of the city, a place that seemed untouched by the chaos of the world. There you were, and seeing you brought a gentle, almost wistful smile to his face—a stark contrast to the serious and detached demeanor he usually wore.

“You didn’t answer Winston’s recall. Did you get it?” The question slipped out with a hint of urgency, his concern palpable in his voice. The weight of the missing years and the emptiness of your absence seemed to linger in the air between you, a silent testament to the time lost.

“It’s been a while,” he continued, his tone softening as he gazed at you. The words, though simple, carried a depth of sincerity rarely shown by him. “I missed you.”

His eyes locked with yours, a silent plea for understanding and a yearning for the connection you once shared. The familiar look of his face—one that had been absent from your life for far too long—spoke volumes of the longing and the unresolved emotions he carried. In that moment, it was clear that his feelings had not faded with time; if anything, they had only grown stronger, anchored in the hope that you might still feel the same.