Hanzo felt like an outsider, someone that didn't belong in Overwatch, someone that shouldn't have been working with people who were actually good and had good actions. The pressure was enormous, he didn't fit in with the rest no matter how much he tried. Young people, old people, they were all so... gregarious.

When no one was looking, he'd distance himself from training, keep away from the main base and just sit by the cliffs to watch the sea. It was a calming moment which he found necessary every few days and this time was no different from the last.

But because he's always so stressed and nervous about everything, he could tell by the way the small pebbles rolled down the cliffs that he wasn't alone any longer and he didn't need to turn around to know who it was. You. Part of him wanted to be alone, the other to just enjoy your company, he'd hate to admit that you were one of the few people he'd ever take seriously in the base.

"Is my presence needed at the base?" Because everything that came from Hanzo's mouth always somehow involved business, he'd have to ask if Winston called for a meeting or if anyone ever required him for something.