[ Reinhardt wouldn't say that he was owed anything. But he'll still take it and be grateful in his own way. He'll be putting his home to good use, at least. And now that there's a friend inside, it does feel a bit more like a home.
It looks like one. The interior is an eclectic mix of styles. It's almost like stepping into an actual home and not a camper, with arm chairs and a proper table and a library behind a small door (his armor is there, set on a proper stand, his hammer right next to it.) There's even two photographs on the wall. Both are from Reinhardt's time in Overwatch.
He steps through to see if he can't find a beer or something for Jack in the kitchen. ]
If this was back home and you lost your mind and decided to visit Germany, you'd not be able to step into my transport van without stepping over at least 4 or 5 cats, for starters. [ But it's not the cats that he's missing. He comes back with a beer bottle to hand to Jack. He's playing host, Jack gets the 'good stuff'.
But he's not smiling. He's not laughing like he would about the idea of Jack tripping over cats. There's a near melancholy to his expression.] Not really a what, but a whom. She's still asleep. Brigitte isn't here. All this space...she could have her own room, her own traveling forge if she wanted... But she's still up there.
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It looks like one. The interior is an eclectic mix of styles. It's almost like stepping into an actual home and not a camper, with arm chairs and a proper table and a library behind a small door (his armor is there, set on a proper stand, his hammer right next to it.) There's even two photographs on the wall. Both are from Reinhardt's time in Overwatch.
He steps through to see if he can't find a beer or something for Jack in the kitchen. ]
If this was back home and you lost your mind and decided to visit Germany, you'd not be able to step into my transport van without stepping over at least 4 or 5 cats, for starters. [ But it's not the cats that he's missing. He comes back with a beer bottle to hand to Jack. He's playing host, Jack gets the 'good stuff'.
But he's not smiling. He's not laughing like he would about the idea of Jack tripping over cats. There's a near melancholy to his expression.] Not really a what, but a whom. She's still asleep. Brigitte isn't here. All this space...she could have her own room, her own traveling forge if she wanted... But she's still up there.