[ There's a trust there, and he's aware of it. Jack, taking off his visor means something. And while had had given the man a beer, he hadn't done it with the purposes of making him take it off. He's glad his friend did. That he feels safe enough in this this place to do that.

Reinhardt gives the softest, warmest of smiles and goes to plop into one of the overstuffed arm chairs with his own beer. He sits heavily, more so than usual, proof that he's still on the mend. He will be for some months to come.]

It is frustrating. I see her as much as I can. Tell her all I can. I don't know if she can hear me or not. But I still do. But she still sleeps. [ And he misses her terribly. The one person in his life who had never abandoned him. ] I keep hoping tomorrow would be the day that I hear her, grousing at me for being so hard on my armor. Saying 'Reinhardt, however did you go on without me'. Eating all my donuts.

At least now I have a better home to offer her than before. If she decided she wants to stay. It's a big world out there, Jack. An Iron Clad would do so well for herself.

But there's a room for her, if she wants it and until she's here, I suppose if you ever need a mobile place to crash. You or Ana, you know that my home is your home.