He looks over at Hanzo sharply, does he remember? No, it seems he doesn't. At some point they would need to stop dancing around what had happened and have that conversation, but Genji truly doesn't want to. Maybe it's selfish of him, but not having that looming between them had been .. nice. Comforting. He's just now starting to realize that Hanzo doesn't hate him, he's not eager to return to the fighting and harsh words and strained conversations.

"It's true. And some you cannot learn any other way." He sighs, grabbing one of the blind box figurines from a shelf and going to sit on the counter to open it. "Experiencing things is far different than speaking about them in the abstract. Not everything can be sorted with words. Or violence."

He runs his fingers along the edge of the box before opening it. They're getting into dangerously deep territory again. "That looks good. It suits you. The sort of 'lone roaming warrior' look."