[ At the mention of 'Dodger' Genji's hand clenches the edge of the counter until there's an audible crack. There isn't any damage as he stops himself in time.

Dodger. Of course. A part of him is angry at himself for not doing something about the man but... it's more complicated than that. If he'd had any idea Dodger was planning to hurt him—

No, that's not important right now. That can be dealt with later.

The anger drains out of him and he turns to look at Shigeru, frowning so deeply it pulls between his brows. Seeing him wipe at his eyes only makes his heart ache more. ]

There is no reason for you to apologize.

[ He takes his hands and cups his face gently. ] He doesn't have any right to tell you what to do, or to do this to you.

[ Genji leans in, pressing his forehead against his. ] Tell me how I can help you, my love.