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.]
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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.]