She tilts her head, obviously confused as to how he knows her. "Ja? I am Angela. Have we met before?"
He pauses, thinking hard on it for a moment. Was it worth it to say yes, to try and explain how and why, and to tell them about his experiences the past 2 days?
Thinking back on it, Hanzo did say he was grabbing a doctor to take a look at him, and figures it'd be in his best interests to try and act as normal as possible.
"...No. Sorry. I have seen you in... A magazine before. A while ago. It's kind of funny. Heh."
"Ahh so you read it?! I hope you enjoyed my article on The Caduceus Theory! I've actually created a way to employ it for rapid healing! Would you like to hear about my research since then?"
Genji must have made a grim face, as she turned to speak with Hanzo instead.
"So, what is the problem? He seems fine to me, if not a bit nervous. Has he ever acted this way around women? Is he eating right? Urinating? Defecating? Mastu-"
Hanzo held a hand up, stopping her from going any further. "Ask him, please. I do not know what he does in the bathroom... Or his bedroom, either. I will... Leave you to it."
He turned and walked away, back into the house, leaving Genji alone with her.
Mercy. He hoped she'd be merciful with his intimate details. He would never talk about this stuff with anyone, much less her, or Hanzo.
Though, it was much more relaxing, and less embarrassing, for Hanzo to not be there to hear about Genji's... Habits.
"Angela, I swear I am not crazy. I've just been having some weird dreams lately..." He rubbed the back of his head, hoping to get her to go away without much fuss.
To his displeasure, she took out a notebook, clicking a pen. "Answer the previous questions, please. I need to assess you fully before I can make a diagnosis."
This has become uncomfortable, he thought. He didn't want to tell her if he didn't have to. But... Doctor's orders, he supposed. On the plus side, he trusted Angela to not disclose his information to anyone. If she did...
Nah, she won't.
"Uh, around women? I don't really... See women, but I didn't have a problem with them before. I eat just fine, ask Hanzo. And I use the bathroom normally. And... That... Is private. But it's fine, trust me."
Angela jotted a few things down in her notebook, tapping the pen to her chin. "Private, you say? Tell me, what are the things you usually think about during? Anything that may not be good for your mental health? Are you depressed and using masturbation to cope?"
Genji backed away from her, shocked that she came to a conclusion like that. It wasn't true, but it still stung a bit. "I don't think that is any of your business. Please, I don't want to talk about that! Its embarrassing..."
"I am your doctor at this moment, Genji! There is no need to be frightened. We can go somewhere more private if you wish!"
That cheerful demeanor may be the death of me.
"Uh, sure... We can go to my room, I guess."
- - -
Sitting down on his bed, he felt a bit better about telling her his deep, dark, secrets. Not that he had many, but if it made her go away faster, he'd lie out his ass until she was satisfied.
She knelt in front of him, waiting for him to say something.
"Well... Sometimes, I do it more than once a day, but only when I am really bored. And, I don't really think about much during... Maybe uh... About my day? If it was stressful..."
"I see, I see. It sounds to me like you are average in that aspect. I will no longer ask you such intimate questions. Let me just check your blood pressure, and I will be on my way."
Fucking finally. He wanted her to be gone. He didn't have anything to hide. He wasn't crazy.
Heavens to Mercy, though, she was thorough. No wonder she is one of the best doctors in the world, now and in the future in his own timeline.
She wrapped a cuff around his arm, doing all that fancy doctor stuff they do. "Normal range, actually a bit low considering your age... You must work out a lot, heißes zeug.*"
Chuckling, she packed her things up, pausing before exiting. "If you ever have any questions, or... I dunno... Want to hang-out, don't be afraid to give me a call."
Genji suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable with her offer, just nodding as she made her way out.
Once he was alone, he breathed a sigh of relief. Not that he minded her hitting on him in a normal setting, but this was a professional, private consultation, and just rubbed him the wrong way.
"She's still young, so... I can't really blame her."
"Blame her for what?" Hanzo chimed in, leaning against the frame of Genji's door.
Startled, he chokes up, having to beat at his chest to breathe again. "Fuck, can you not do that?"
"What about her being young? Do you distrust her as a medical professional? Are you thinking of asking her to be your suitor? Do you prefer more mature women?"
Laying back on his bed, he sighs, rubbing his forehead. "You sound exactly like her, and I am not a fan. I am not actively looking for a suitor like she seems to be, anija."
Sauntering over to him, Hanzo sits on the bed next to Genji, reluctantly placing a hand on his knee. "Ah, all is well then, that is relieving to hear."
Genji sat up, feeling kind of... offended, that Hanzo seemingly didn't trust his judgement in women, especially in Angela, whom he had known for years in the other timeline. "Relieving? Why? Is it bad that I may or may not have thought of her being proper for me?"
"As your older brother and caretaker, I don't believe it is right for you to be thinking of such frivolous pursuits right now, with her or any other women, as suitable as they may be. I'm only thinking of the best for you."
He shoved Hanzo's hand off of his leg, standing on the offensive. "Anija, I am 26 years old, I can make decisions for myself. Who said I wanted to pursue her?!"
"I am just saying-"
"You are saying I am incompetent and don't trust that I haven't gone insane!"
Filled with rage, he grabbed Hanzo's collar, pulling him to his feet.
This wasn't about Angela. This was about Hanzo's distrust of Genji, and his general doubt about his sanity. As if he couldn't put one and one together and make two.
"You don't trust her when she said I was fine, when you are the one who called her to our home to poke and prod at my physical and mental well-being. You must have heard her, you must have been eavesdropping. Why can't you accept that I am perfectly healthy in every way?!"
Hanzo shoved himself away from Genji, standing his ground.
"For the past two days, you have been acting out, making strange remarks about everything, and you denied it all when Angela asked about it. Of course I think there is something wrong. I don't know what you have done with my Genji, but you are not him, and I don't trust anything you say."
"I am not your Genji? Who am I then?!"
Getting frustrated, Hanzo raised his voice, his face turning red. "You are a changed man now, not the Genji I came to love and respect. What is wrong with you? Are you depressed? On drugs? Dying?! Please tell me!"
Unprepared for the sudden screaming, Genji stumbled back, never anticipating that Hanzo would ever yell at him like that, even during an argument.
He teared up.
"I'm... I'm... Get out. Get out!"
And was now full-on crying.
"I am your brother! Yet you ostracize me and treat me as lesser just because I am not the subservient Genji you are used to. I don't want to see your face right now! Or ever again!"
Shoving Hanzo, he pushes him towards the door, ignoring the look of shock on his brother's face.
Slamming the door, crumbling to the ground, he sobs, feeling as if he has lost his brother once more because of the way he acts.
Once again, it was his fault for ruining their relationship.
Crawling over to his bed, he began thinking. Was his life in the other timeline so bad? He had a good job, friends, and places to go when he didn't want to be home. Here, he had nothing but Hanzo, and even that isn't good enough, as shown by their complete and utter incompatibility as friends and siblings.
He wasn't the right Genji for this timeline. However this one acted before he took over, it was good enough that Hanzo hadn't felt the need to restore the clan's honor and take it upon himself to murder him in cold blood.
This Genji didn't belong here. He belonged back in his own timeline, in his cybernetic body, spending lonely nights at his own home, and wondering if he would ever feel anything other than emptiness and sorrow for both of the times he lost his only brother.