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“Wilhelm Reinhardt, I am just fine!” If it had been night, the yell would have been loud enough to wake up the whole Watchpoint: Gibraltar. “No, you are not. You just used my whole name”, stated Reinhardt, crossing his arms before continuing: “You have been under lots of stress lately and you really need to find a moment to relax.” Jack narrowed his eyes and objected: “No I don’t, and even if I did, it’s not your problem! I can take care of myself, hell, I’ve been surviving alone out there for years!”
Reinhardt frowned. He did not like what he was hearing. If Jack was still the strike-commander of Overwatch, Reinhardt might have backed down to avoid further problems in case someone would have been eavesdropping on their conversation, but that was not the case anymore. The old german knight was worried about his dearest… Friend, for lack of a better word, and he wasn’t going to stop before Jack realized how stupid and stubborn he was being: “Remember how mad you got yesterday after Lena knocked over your coffee by accident?”
Jack did remember. All too well. It had been a miracle that no one got hurt. Jack swallowed and tried to find some logical explanation for his behavior. He found none. Reinhardt knew Jack well enough to know what he was thinking. The regret was obvious, so he placed one of his big hands on the shorter man’s shoulder and said quietly: “Close your eyes and take a deep breath. It will calm you down. Sit down on the couch and I’ll get you a glass of water. Then we’ll watch a movie together.” Instead of fighting back, Jack nodded and decided to follow Reinhardt’s advice. After Reinhardt left, Jack felt a small smile appearing on his lips. Watching a movie together didn’t sound too bad. Maybe Reinhardt would let him sit on his lap, like back in the old days.
When Reinhardt came back with a clean, cold glass of water, he was happy to see Jack sitting on a big, green couch behind a dark, wooden coffee table. While most people living in the Watchpoint were happy with the original simple furniture they had in their rooms, Reinhardt wanted his room to feel more like an actual home than some place inside an old military outpost. He placed the glass on the table and sat next to Jack. After a moment of silence, he decided to ask: “Feeling better?” Jack nodded and picked up the glass of water: “Surprisingly, yes. Thanks Rein. You always know what I need before I even realize it myself and I, uhh, appreciate it. I… You... What I’m trying to say is-”
“HELLO DAD: 76 AND GRANDPA REIN!”
Suddenly, Jack was interrupted by a loud, happy shout and the sound of an opening door. For a reason that was currently unknown to both him and Reinhardt, Hana Song had appeared on the doorway with slightly embarrassed looking Lúcio Correia dos Santos.
“Sorry to interrupt”, said Lúcio: “But we did hear something about a movie earlier and we were wondering if we could tag along.” “Very pleaseeee~”, added Hana. Reinhard couldn’t help but to smile. He loved to spend time with other people. The more the better. “Of course you can”, he said happily, but after hearing a quiet groan from certain ex-commander sitting next to him, he quickly added: “As long as you behave.”
This was all the young duo needed. After they left the room, Reinhardt could still pick up parts of their conversation, like: “Let’s invite everyone!” and “I’ll bring the snacks!!”
Another groan.
“Don’t worry Jack. It will be fun, I promise!”