There was no hesitation to slip in close, to press in. Maybe it made their position more obvious, but right now, they could definitely use the cover of two injured gay lovers to counter any idea that they were from Overwatch. If anything, maybe someone might assume they were beat up for being gay lovers and pass them off as sorry creatures. He wouldn't mind that in the least.

He laid his head against Gabe's shoulder, setting the bag down of their goods and then slipping that arm around Reyes' back to hold on. He looked for the charging amount and was satisfied with the time that they had. Maybe sipping on cold chocolate milk like the good old days, trying to call back a time when they weren't falling apart.

"No, you take the first sip," he remarked, content with his position half-sitting on the bike but cuddled to Reyes' side. He could work with this. "Tell me if it's as good as American chocolate milk."