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[After the... extremely odd and revealing text conversation, with a lot of semi-flirting and the word romantic getting tossed around... he'd made his way out onto the street. He wasn't really sure what to expect. Of course, it's good to be speaking with Morrison again. It was from day one.]

[You know, after finding out he was alive and the shock of it wore off.]

[There is, in fact, outdoor seating, as promised. Outdoor seating he is quick to take advantage of, dropping himself down in an empty seat. He leans back, kicking his feet out under the chair opposite him. And... waiting.]

[Waiting is probably the hardest part. Because when you wait, you wonder. And when you wonder, you come up with a lot of reasons why this is a terrible idea, and why you should go back home and pretend you missed the date. Even when you're a fairly positive guy. Like Reinhardt likes to think he is.]

[So, in order to drown out these thoughts, what better thing to do than sit here, watch the sky, and play your favorite tunes in your head.]

[... possibly hum it. Just a little too loudly.]

[Yep. Can't miss him, Jack.]

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[76problems]

[It's not a date. It isn't.

In spite of the conversation they had over text, Soldier 76 wonders if he honest to god should go. Even if he can't help the idea that this is not a great idea, it doesn't stop him from worrying. So he furrows his brow, likely adds some more wrinkles to his face with the way he debates with himself, weighs out the good and bad. The thought that convinces him to commit? That he wants to keep his word, whatever good it is now, and that- it's Reinhardt. He trusts him.

Hopes that he still can, and that he deserves the same when he comes to the cafe. Not with the visor on but shades that cover his eyes, dressed more casual than tactical. (Still not a date.) Jacket tugged around him tight, he turns the corner towards the restaurant and catches sight of the big mass of a man from behind, brows furrowing as he approaches. Rumbling?

No, humming.] - Reinhardt?

[He stops at the divide that separates the sidewalk from the restaurant's outdoor seating, hands in his pockets. He's anxious.]