He freezes as soon as Hanzo approaches him. Something seems different, almost wrong, about this. His eyes go wide as Hanzo's fingertips graze along the seam between where his metal jaw connects at his temples and the rest of his face. There's a moment where he nearly recoils, needing to move away from this gesture that's so foreign he can't even process it.

And then he's being pulled into a hug.

This isn't his brother. It can't be. Hanzo hates him. And this.. this doesn't feel like hate.

Very shakily his hands come up to return the hug, unsure where exactly his arms are supposed to go. He'd seen people embrace before and it seemed simple enough. Now that he's attempting it he's finding it more difficult than expected, especially ever cognizant that being pressed against metal must be cold and uncomfortable.

This is not real. It can't be. But more than anything, he wants it to be.

"Hanzo... Are...What?" Questioning softly, afraid if he speaks too loudly he may scare him off and they'll go back to fighting each other.