this is just me getting out some anahardt feelings bc thereās not enough out there and reinhardt is a huge teddy bear whoās been in love moreĀ than half his life
Reinhardt stood outside of the door, swallowing around the lump in his throat as he burned the doorās number into the back of his eyes. āØāØIt was her old room, preserved perfectly after all this time, if not for a fine layer of dust (he used to keep it up a bit better before Overwatch split up and he wasnāt able to visit Gibraltar anymore.) He remembered many a night when he would sit with her in that room, hiding away from all of the drama and tension between Gabe and Jack, drinking her strong Arak or his ale and laughing the night away.
He often tried to remember the last time they had done that. If he had known it would be the last, perhaps he wouldāve made it more of a ceremony.
But now she was back, both her funeral and years of mourning rendered moot.
And Reinhardt had really, honestly thought she was dead, so heād never let himself consider what heād do if Ana were to ever return, so he was both surprised and unsurprised by his own reaction.
He couldāve been angry, like McCree, or furious, like Fareeha. He couldāve been astonished, fighting back tears, like Mercy, or give great, heaving sobs like Torbjƶrn. He couldāve even had bright stars in his eyes, zipping around asking questions like Lena, or looks of confusion like the newcomers, Hana and LĆŗcio.
But when Ana had appeared on their doorstep, with an eyepatch and long, raven hair grayed with age but still as beautiful as the day heād met her, he was silent, stoic, observing. The others had definitely noticed it because Reinhardt was never silent, not even when he was asleep (Mercy had tried hundreds of tests and treatments to relieve his thunderous snoring, to no avail,) but they were either giving him his space or were too wrapped up in everything to worry about him.
Either way, even if they had approached him, it wouldnāt have changed that he had gone back to his room once all the excitement had died down, locked the door behind him, and wept.
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