#ovcrwctch | rein

[dimensionalspades]

@ovcrwctch said: "Have you stolen the last one of my protein bars?" Rein looks mildly frustrated as he walks towards Jack, holding the empty box in disbelief. He was determined to find the culprit!

. Considering he still had part of that protein bar in his mouth, there wasn't a ton he could do to deny it.

. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry- but in my defense," he started after swallowing the bite. "They were left unattended for more than an hour and I just jogged in 40 celsius." He looks primed to take off like a hare, looking less than apologetic.

[apoapsis]

@ovcrwctch​ said,

Reinhardt tried to act casual as they returned to their room for the night, but he couldn't hide the slight excitement. The vase of dwarf sunflowers he was carrying would light up the room nicely, and he was grateful for the gift, but he also couldn't wait for Sigma's reaction to Reinhardt's own gifts. Around the room hung heart-shaped bunting, rose petals were scattered over their beds, and an abundance of gifts sat on Sigma's bed. There was chocolates, there was a Teddy bear made from one of Reinhardt's shirts, there was some new CDs and records, there was a new space-themed poster, there were even some new pyjamas as well. "Surprise!" Reinhardt bellowed as soon as the door opened. "Happy Valentines Day"

                   In retrospect, he should just anticipate the exorbitant amount of effort Reinhardt seemed to place in holidays. He supposed that it was because he already found the concept of holidays a rather strange ritual after spending so long out of participation-- unnecessary, in some cases... although this one was cute! Nevertheless, Rein’s abrupt vocalization never really fails to startle him at the best of times, momentarily shrinking down a little in his disorientation. Why does everything have to be a surprise! Or shouted, for that matter! If it wasn’t SIEBREN snapping at him, it was Rein’s curious... happy shouting!

“... Oh! You, ah-- your voice carries, beloved!“ He murmurs sheepishly-- though his surprise is quick to wear off in return for wide-eyed wonder at the myriad of red and pink that now catches his eye as he takes in all of the decorations and gifts.

                   On one hand, it’s a little exhausting that Rein would seemingly always outdo him, considering that a vase full of dwarf sunflowers didn’t seem as meaningful to all of this, but on the other, it’s such a romantic display, between the rose petals and all of the little decorative hearts. It’s difficult not to feel a little moved by it all. “It’s beautiful! Did you do all of this yourself...? I was wondering what you were doing this morning...!“ The little bear is easily his favorite-- it’s the first thing he takes note of, given the way the fabric makes it look much different than traditional teddy bears that had the faux fur... However, the little OVERWATCH insignia in the front of its chest is more than enough to clue him in on where the fabric had been sourced from. And despite the residual distrust he had for the organization, when he sees the insignia, he thinks only of Reinhardt. It was like a visual representation of the promise Reinhardt had made to him, that there had been so much more than just TALON-- and he had been right. 

“-- This was-- I know I say this all of the time, b-but this is so sweet of you!“ SIGMA chimes enthusiastically, cradling the little stuffed animal to his chest pointedly as he floats back over to where Rein stands at the foot of his bed, tucking his legs around his waist snugly as he gives the Crusader a tight, full-body hug. “You are so thoughtful and genuine-- oh, how my heart aches for you! All for you!” The rest of the gifts could wait-- Rein needed to see just how appreciative he could be...!

[watchiingover]

@ovcrwctch asked:

😊  Sit down next to my muse  (Rein to Brig)

Another day, another successful mission. Brigitte was really beginning to settle in and find her place with Overwatch, much to her relief. She wasn’t sure about joining up at first, not after the things her father had told her, but now she was glad that she had.

After returning to base, she had retreated to the workshop to make some repairs to her shield - and was so lost in it that she didn’t realise someone else had entered the room, not until she felt a weight press down next to her on the bench she was sat on. Blinking, she pauses and glances to her side, and a smile forms when her gaze falls upon the large frame of her mentor and godfather.

“Oh, hey! What’s up? Did you need something repaired too?”

[dimensionalspades]

He felt bad about lying to all of them, but in his mind it really was for the greater good. If he revealed his identity and then went off and died, they would have gained nothing but perhaps a newfound rage towards him, or a new grief. It was also a selfish choice, for his own old heart.

It did make the few times he ran into and helped the new Overwatch agents a little awkward, trying to keep his identity a secret while checking in on them.

"What exactly do you do for fun?" he asked as he slung the pulse rifle back over his shoulder. For now, they needed to wait while the rest of the team snuck in and did the hard work. Jack and Reinhardt just had to keep the coast clear or nosey agents. "Can't imagine you're all playing scrabble in that base of yours."

@ovcrwctch liked for a starter!

[apoapsis]

@ovcrwctch​ said,

Reinhardt opens the door to their new underground bachelor pad to show the scientist. It was modest, just two soft chairs, a table, a mini fridge and a holoscreen on the wall. "Ta-Dah! You might not be able to sleep down here but there was enough room to turn it into a games room. A bachelor pad, if you will. It has cards, board games, a little help screen of technology is allowed. What do you think?" He hoped it was alright for them.

                     It’s hard not to feel a RUSH of excitement whenever Reinhardt demands his attention to come and see something he believes SIGMA would enjoy.

Really, he can’t think of... any one person who’s taken more time than Reinhardt to continuously introduce him to-- and facilitate-- pleasant experiences for him especially. It was touching, in many ways, that Rein would even take the time to bring it to his attention, and he finds himself eagerly pushing himself along after the Crusader as his willowy body glides through the air unbidden by gravity as he uses his hands to pull and push himself along.

                         When they arrive, he’s a little confused-- primarily because he’d have thought that their actual room would easily accommodate a majority of the items here. Actually, there’s an inkling of uncertainty as well-- but only because of the prior associations little... “playrooms” such as this used to have, prompting him to check and make sure the door was still sitting ajar.  Not that he would ever believe that Reinhardt of all people would attempt to enclose him somewhere-- he’s just prone to anxiety responses. But truth be told? He’s getting much better about his anxiety, considering how even just the thought of Rein doing something like that feels silly, rather than frightening. “-- Oh! How delightful!” SIGMA chimes, enthused as he parts from his companion’s side to inspect this so-called ‘bachelor’s pad’  Reinhardt appeared to be so proud of.

Gravity is dispelled in favor of allowing his long body to drop onto one of the large, cushion-like chairs Rein had gone through the trouble of gathering down here. So soft! ...Why had he went through all of the trouble? This couldn’t have been that simple-- some of this stuff looked a little tedious to take all of the way down here... Actually, furthermore, Rein had said he wouldn’t be able to sleep down here, but.... It’s so quiet down here! It wasn’t as if he was falling asleep as-is, however... They must have come down quite a ways-- although he can still sense a degree of the ‘surface interference’, it’s a mere, meager fraction of the blaring washing of static that often occupied his mind to some extent at all hours. 

                            Enough to allow him to freely.... tune it out.

“-- You-- y-you did all of this for me?“ .... Wow.

                             “You are... You are always so thoughtful! Why, thank you!“ The astrophysicist remarks incredulously  before he’s haphazardly lurching from the seat to use his gloved hands to launch himself towards Reinhardt as gravity once more loses its grip on his body-- only to softly collide with the Crusader around the middle as his long arms latch around him in an enthusiastic hug. “I LOVE it down here! You always have the best of ideas!“

[apoapsis]

@ovcrwctch​ said, 

  "What are you thinking of, my friend. You look deep in thought." [rein]

                   To say he was lost in thought was... an adorable underestimation, really.

Although various distractions and routines did detract a large amount of the stress it placed upon him, the fact of the matter was that SIGMA himself is too high up; possessing such an erratic, powerful ANOMALY made it extraordinarily difficult for him in particular to dwell near or at the surface a lot of the time. It’s no fault of anyone, truthfully-- aside from SIEBREN’S doing, perhaps. Rather, it’s due to the very nature of his ANOMALY, and therein lies SIGMA’S true burden; it’s the newfound hyperawareness of the cosmos around him that he finds himself struggling with the most in coming to terms with it.

                      In retrospect, he really should request better accommodations-- ones much further below ground, specifically...That’s what SIEBREN would do, surely... Ah, but then he would not have Reinhardt as a roommate, which... was much too sour for the blossoming fondness that’s seemed to wedged itself in the bitter cracks in the foundation of his heart. So.... no, it wasn’t exactly something he’d like to bring to anyone’s attention-- not really... least of all, to Reinhardt!

“-- Oh, ah... sorry, sorry! Were you trying to speak to me, Reinhardt...?“ Dry, bleary eyes blink back to awareness at Rein’s urging, finally breaking from the upward, glassy-eyed gaze he’d been locked in, anxiously staring through a corner of the ceiling. Fixating upon the Crusader sitting on the bed across from him takes away some of the piercing radio-like vibrational static that constantly pervades his very being-- enough to bring the world around him back into focus, despite the migraine gnawing at his supercomputer-like brain. It’d be aggravating for any other to disturb him during his moments of... cosmically-induced stress-- ah, but this one is special to him. SIGMA could rarely harbor frustration with Reinhardt for it-- he’s just curious, and it’s very hard not to take a fondness in how Reinhardt seemed so intent on understanding his strange, nearly inhuman behaviors and eccentricities. “-- I-- ah-- I would not say I am thinking of any one particular thing! Moreso... the stress of adjusting! I will a-admit that I am having some... difficulties... adjusting to “surface” life!” the astrophysicist interjects in a comical tone despite the undoubtedly concerning implications. SIGMA grunts quietly as he articulates his body to curl up onto his side so that he can gaze over at Reinhardt without having to sit up.

                      “-- Um...! I try not to bother you about it-- o-or anyone, really...! It is a tad difficult to, ah... a-articulate it! It is... well, it’s... I suppose I would describe it as simply as that it is just... a burden that SIEBREN and I share... alone! So... It is difficult to find a reason to sit down and properly... explain?“

There’s a momentary pause of hesitation.

                      How would one explain the sensation of enlightenment?

“-- If you really want to know, I-- hm...! How to explain...!“ He trails off, beginning to mutter quietly under his breath. “... Ah-- this is just as difficult as explaining the properties of our ANOMALY to SIEBREN! It is-- very difficult to explain how it feels!” Despite the inkling of frustration he finds with himself for an inability to elaborate, SIGMA bursts into a small series of quiet chuckles, the laughter bubbling up in response to his fumbling.

                     “I-- a-ah... I can sense the UNIVERSE in motion around me-- a-all of the time, I mean! Such as.... right now! I am... constantly sensing the gravitational waves of not only this planet, but-- b-but the sun, the other planets... all of it! M-more or less.... all of the time! It is... as though I possess a string that can detect every vibration... It is-- a little mentally taxing!“

“.... I-it’s a lot to hold onto, truth be told... It’s difficult-- even with SIEBREN to help me make sense of all of the.... signals! I-I, ah.... This is actually the precise reason I was harbored so deeply underground during my original incarceration-- a-and.... while cohabitating within TALON... The density of the Earth shields my ANOMALY from the exterior tugging and pulling of the Solar System, to put it in, ah... “layman’s”  terms...That is the only real comfort I miss...!” He hates how he seemingly brings them up at every single turn-- but it’s relevant information, wasn’t it...?

                     “.... Er, not that I am looking to change accommodations!“ SIGMA continues on, his characteristic rapidity of speech picking up with his anxious assumptions and speculations that Rein may indeed attempt to seek out some way to help an issue that.... did not seem capable of being assisted! It felt as though he had so many issues for Reinhardt to deal with as is... And he already HATED himself so much for that alone.

“... I’d rather stay up here-- here with you! I-it’s just difficult to acclimate! That is all...!“ he stammers, a warm flush coming to blanket his pale cheeks as he wraps his arms around himself, resisting the urge to lurch over towards the other man and squeeze him. How perfect he was! Thoughtful, patient, and so very kind. Actually, Reinhardt can likely already feel the dense, saturating low vibrational frequency of his ANOMALY, the astrophysicist very much incapable of suppressing the wave of fondness that washes over him with this recognition.

            “I try to be present-- I-- I-I am still learning how to come to terms with it...!“

“-- And I really... really appreciate how patient you are with me in regards to that...“

[apoapsis]

@ovcrwctch said, "No, don't worry about me." Reinhardt points at Sigma with his pulse-probed index finger, seeing the concern all over his face. "I'm fine, Angela is just being incredibly stubborn." He insists, despite the fact that his hand is almost shaking from exhaustion and he is fully in a hospital bed with bandages over a lot of his body. Shrapnel and deep cuts from where his damaged suit bent in and dug into him. Reinhardt had been a crucial part of getting everyone out of that ambushed building, but it had cost him all of his energy and quite a bit of blood. To Reinhardt, he just needed a nap and a beer and he'd be fine, forgetting he was not a young soldier anymore. (a little angst oops, could be Sig or Siebren who visits him)

                    This is the consequence of attachment, SIEBREN has explained that in painstaking detail many, many times. It simply didn’t matter how much he could love any one person; the fact of the matter was that there would always be margin for error– there would always be potential for accidents to occur in the line of duty. It was just something that SIGMA was expected to accept, expected to disallow it from clouding his better judgement whether out upon the field or here, within the sterility of the medical ward. He is expected to accept the liability of caring for another living being simply because it is a fact of the life they are living. 

And if he didn’t desire this degree of heartbreak, he would’ve left the earth entirely.

                      “... Don’t be that way with me.” SIGMA murmurs coldly as he drifts into the unpleasant sterility of Rein’s private room within the emergency wing of the facility, towards his bedside to gaze down at him listlessly. At the surface, one might believe SIGMA to be upset with Rein directly, for having gotten injured in the first place, but in reality, he’s in shock at the notion that he could have lost the Crusader without ever having been present to witness– to observe– what could have been Rein’s final moments. 

How clueless he would’ve been, being here at base and blissfully unaware of what had occurred.

                How he could have died so utterly alone and so far removed from SIGMA’S ability to comfort.

A gloved hand delicately descends upon the back of Rein’s unsteady hand, careful to avoid disturbing the apparatus connecting the i.v. to him, as he guides it back to the bed firmly– though it remains as he gently squeezes the other man’s wrist reassuringly. “... You sustained a significant amount of internal bleeding. Your internals are significantly traumatized– you should not be so quick to downplay such significant damage.” SIGMA is very aware, by now, of Angela’s ability to pull one’s very life from the abyssal waters of death; how she forces the body back into compatibility with life.

                  Even despite his lack of medical expertise, his ANOMALY tells him all he needs to know: the fact of the matter is that this had, very well, killed him– it was only by Doctor Ziegler’s intervention that he’d come home alive at all. It’s evident in how little energy he has, how even just turning his head seems too taxing, how weakened his state appears, in conjunction with the obvious damage to his body. In the back of his mind, SIEBREN reminds him that this is the price of his choice, that it would be significantly more beneficial to remove himself from the room– to distance himself from Rein, and give himself the opportunity to allow his emotions to stabilize.

                 … But he can’t do that, can he? He loves Reinhardt– he could never abandon him.

That’s why, despite the visceral disgust of the sterile visuals and scents of the room, despite his blatant upset at both Rein, for downplaying his concern, and at OVERWATCH, for not practicing better strategies to avoid placing Rein in this position, SIGMA carefully climbs onto the bed with him. There’s a large degree of hesitation and awkwardness in his manner of execution, as, deep down, he knows he shouldn’t interfere with Reinhardt in this state– yet he persists, ever so carefully easing himself up onto the already-narrow hospital gurney so that he can lie– thankfully weightlessly– upon Rein, as his large body curls up to reduce what he could of his size. Tears freely stream down his face in such close proximity to the pain that radiates from Rein, but he stays right there beside him, pressing his face into his shoulder sullenly, as he attempts to tap into the deeper, more soothing vibrational frequencies of his ANOMALY to better comfort his significant other… Silently reminding himself of every little nuance he loved in regards to Reinhardt, in an attempt to jumpstart the cloying, restorative properties it tended to offer biological lifeforms. 

                  It wasn’t much, considering how adrift he found himself within his grief, but coupled with the various machines and medications Rein was connected to, it would certainly make a substantial difference towards his level of pain. 

“... Please don’t leave me, Starlight. I could not bear to imagine what I would have to do without you…”

                  “You cannot leave me like this…” SIGMA whispers hoarsely against Rein’s messy beard. “... If you loved me, you would come home safely– you would not put me through this, Reinhardt…”

"I just want to love you-- and yet everything you do tears my heart to pieces." The astrophysicist places a hand upon his sternum, his touch is so delicate it's barely there-- yet there it is, as he traces delicate circles upon his chest.

"... I'm not asking you to abandon your calls to action, I know better than that... But is it very fair of you to go and throw your life away after you've gone through the trouble of uprooting me from my life? What do I have here at OVERWATCH, if not you...? What is my significance to you, if your work must always come first...?"

"... I don't believe I should remain on earth if you do not plan to stay alive for very long... I can't lose anyone else-- all SIEBREN and I have are each other."

"-- and we both need you."

[apoapsis]

@ovcrwctch​ said,

Rein smiles gently before leaning in to give him a soft kiss. A gentle giant as always.

                    Kneeling on Rein’s bed with him, SIGMA is eagerly regaling Reinhardt with what he’d done all day while the other had been away for the time being-- jabbering about seashells and wildlife spotted along the coast, as well as PROUDLY informing him that he had been a most GRACIOUS roommate by cleaning up their shared room as well... Something he often struggled with normally, given his tendency to leave things where they lie until they are once more required.

“I even dusted! Not even a nanometer of particulate! You are MOST welcome!“ SIGMA chimes mock-playfully-- although, his smile becomes a little bashful after as he reconsiders the implications of his statement. “-- Ah-- not that you should feel obligation towards gratitude! I wanted to be HELPFUL!“ He murmurs a little more candidly-- though, when he catches the Crusader’s eye again, he’s.... a little taken aback by the obvious look of fondness on Reinhardt’s features, prompting a curious tilt of his own head-- however, when he leans forward to press a tender kiss upon his lips, it’s impossible to suppress the wave of joy that washes over him at such a delicate gesture.

                    Lavender eyes flutter closed appreciatively as he meets his kiss with equal tenderness, his lips curling into a half-smile against Rein’s at the way his mustache tickles his upper lip. When he pulls away, of course he’s blushing, unable to help the beaming smile that crosses his features after. Instead of commenting on it, though, the astrophysicist opts to instead lurch forward, clambering onto his lap. He loves how small he feels compared to Rein at times, adding to the sense of security he feels around him.

More aptly... he loves Rein.

                    “... You are so sweet to me...! ♪”

“Oh-- what would I ever do if I did not have you...?“ SIGMA practically purrs as he buries his face against his shoulder affectionately-- greedily-- while splaying gloved hands flat against his shoulder-blades as he traces them along his back soothingly.

[apoapsis]

@ovcrwctch​ said,

Stepping back into their room, Reinhardt padded over and set a mug of tea down on Sigma's bedside table, in his favourite mug of course. His hair was freshly damp from a shower and he gave a sigh of relief to be able to lay down on his bed. His own mug of tea by his bedside. Perfect for post-battle rest. "Why don't you put on one of your records? A little classical would be nice." That is his compromise, sharing music tastes. But after battle, he especially focused on caring about Sigma and his needs, since he often neglected them himself.

                       Missions are... difficult for him.

In addition to having to learn to trust his new team-- and certainly in addition to having to actively prepare for his classification role, as opposed to simply “trying his best” and getting thrashed anyway, as he often was expected to do in TALON-- he finds being on the battlefield the most stressful, between having to rely on equations and intention to utilize his gifts combatively. It’s hard to remove himself from the dark, pervasive mindset he’d grown accustomed to, and although it’s been quite a while now, since he was last with them, there’s always dread within him upon being funneled back into the dropship and taken “home”. Well, not home-- he loses himself in daydreams and finds himself haunting the TALON facility again, mentally following that routine.... often without even realizing it. He’s quiet and withdrawn-- the other OVERWATCH agents easily lose track of him once he’s accounted for, because he’s there, but... he isn’t ‘there’, so to speak. Simultaneously present in body but never in mind. Even SIEBREN has difficulty reaching out to him.

                      Once off of the ship, while the injured agents begin their meandering towards the clinic, he slithers away in his vacant state-- he anticipates Moira in the clinic, the other TALON agents in the halls; things are too bright, too loud. Visuals distort with the pounding in his head, hallways stretching, walls breathing; where was he again? Every time he feels as though he’s gone down a level-- since his original cell was on sublevel 23-- he’s perturbed by the amount of windows he passes, squinting against the bright, dying sunlight as the sun sets over the coast. TALON did not have windows... Is he dreaming again? Why are his eyes still open, if he’s dreaming?

It’s a miracle he even finds himself in his and Rein’s shared room-- his delusions had the potential to take him anywhere, and when certain rooms looked like one another, SIGMA has the tendency to get very lost very quickly. Shutting himself into the bathroom with a set of his standard-issue wear, he reluctantly peels the jumpsuit from his body, afraid of what he would find-- however... it seems he’s gotten off easier this time; where he anticipates lacerations and bleeding, there’s only a vast network of ghastly contusions and an occasional knotted lump. He can breathe-- albeit his back aches fiercely when he draws too deeply of a breath. He must have pulled something after hitting his head... But nothing seemed to be properly broken, nor could he detect an issue with his vitals-- he just hurts. He hurts, but he’ll live.

                      Now changed into something slightly less comfortable for the sake of not having his jumpsuit constantly tugging at his wounds, he weakly floats to his bed to burrow under the covers-- to hide, primarily. Not from any particular person, but because he’s exhausted and injured, leaving him with the compulsion to withdraw from his environment entirely. It simply hurt less to shut it all out. Initially, the click of the door opening scares him a little, because he’s afraid that if he dares to look, it’ll be a TALON Enforcer, demanding that he ‘check-in’ with the clinic. With the doctor. SIGMA refuses to react, lying almost tremulously still as he listens to the other’s footsteps slowly pad over to his side of the room... and set something down on his nightstand.

Then, relief-- he recognizes Reinhardt’s voice.

                       There’s a moment of hesitation before the shape under the blanket dares to move, pulling the edge of the blanket down some ways so that he can anxiously peer out-- up-- at Reinhardt. This couldn’t be TALON-- Reinhardt would simply not be there if it were. Even SIGMA knows that much; Rein simply... did not fit into his distorted perceptions very neatly, and as a result, just the sight of the giant man looming over his bed is very grounding in of itself. ...That’s right. He isn’t in TALON anymore. They couldn’t touch him here. They’d never lay a finger upon him again.

None of those horrible people can do any of that to him ever again.

                         It’s okay to let his guard down. Rein is here; he’s safe.

“-- R-records...?“ He echoes vacantly, a flicker of confusion crossing his features before he forcibly unlocks his gaze from Reinhardt to spare their shared quarters a second glance, taking in all of the little differences and anomalies he’d glossed over during his episode. Right. The music player... He’d forgotten all about it and the records. In reality, the last thing on his mind, is wanting to listen to any music, as a result of the harsh, static-like white noise currently frying his overstimulated brain-- but Rein wanted something to listen to, didn’t he...? With a wince, he lurches from the bed, slithering out from under the covers in favor of stiffly floating towards the little record player Rein had purchased for him as a sort of “welcoming” gift upon being accepted as an OVERWATCH agent, body coiling as he leafs through the selection. Antonio Vivaldi-- ah, that one did not disappoint... Upon slipping it from its sleeve, he places it onto the player, setting the needle onto it delicately before the volume is reduced-- enough to where it’s there, but he doesn’t have to listen to it.

                        Although... Once it begins to play, he finds the awful static in his head reduce somewhat after a few moments of having something other than dead silence hanging in the room. He’s still agitated, still hurting, but... Being pulled out of his own thoughts is more helpful than he realizes. Returning to his bed and tucking his knees to his chest-- albeit with some difficulty-- he doesn’t crawl back under the covers right away.... Instead, having taken notice of his favorite mug on the nightstand, opts to take a slow, paced sip of tea.

... Oh... Rein even remembered the amount of sugar he preferred...

                   “-- A-ah... Thank you... for the tea, Rein...“ He murmurs quietly, sparing the Crusader a shy glance before taking another slow sip.

[apoapsis]

@ovcrwctch said, Reinhardt holds a beer in front of Siebren's face, blocking his view of his computer and forcing him to take a break. "I have a little present. You are practically falling asleep at your desk. Relax, even for a few minutes." He gave the man's shoulders a few firm massaging rubs once the beer is put down, before going to find a chair to sit down on and cracks open his own beer.

             He has the horrible habit of working in the dark while tucked away in the back of his laboratory, hunched over the violet glow of his terminal’s monitor. Glazed lavender eyes gleam silver in the light from the plexiglas screen, while dilated pupils erratically follow the trails of data that scroll across the screen as he keys information from his research into a text format. 

The sound of Reinhardt’s entry fails to penetrate his proverbial bubble; the rapid clicking of keys forming too steady a backdrop for his preoccupied mind to detect additional stimuli. 

              Initially, there’s hardly a reaction when the alcoholic beverage is dangled within view, the action earning an annoyed growl from SIEBREN as his head instinctively bobs from side to side in opposition to the intrusion to avoid having to take his eyes off the screen. Calloused fingertips continue to impact the keys– however, the moment that his eyes leave the screen, his hands instinctively freeze. 

Ugh– he’s almost done! That damned Crusader was almost as bad as–

               … Oh. Huh!

The sensation of Reinhardt’s firm hands gently digging into the solid tension within his broad shoulders distracts from the tangent he was about to enter– the breath he’d taken in preparation of his aggressive lecture escaping him as he deflates into the Crusader’s coaxing. “-- God, I fucking hate you. You have the worst timing.” SIEBREN rasps dryly, cocking his head back to glare up at Reinhardt with half-lidded, snake-like eyes-- pursing his lips when Rein ultimately pulls away, prompting him to scoot his office chair some ways away from his desk to better face the other.

                “... Hmph. If I must– since you so vehemently insist on bothering me.” he mutters, rolling his eyes before beckoning towards the beverage upon his desk and snatching it from the air when an unseen force pulls it his way. "I can see why you and SIGMA get on so well-- you're both very fucking annoying when you want to be. Craving constant engagement... Acting cute in an attempt to mitigate the consequences-- tch!"

[apoapsis]

@ovcrwctch​ said,

             ❛ I thought we could just nap together. ❜ [rein]

                     A soft grunt of surprise escapes Sigma when he feels the mattress under him suddenly sink several inches lower than it had before as the massive Crusader haphazardly invites himself to join SIGMA on his own bed for once. Tired, lavender eyes flutter open curiously, finding himself a little squished up against the wall-- and while there is certainly a degree of annoyance in having been stirred back to wakefulness despite having only just laid down for his late morning nap ( HE WAS NOTORIOUS FOR HIS CRANKINESS ), rather than deterring Reinhardt from lying down with him, he worms his way closer to the large German to nestle himself under his large arm in favor of throwing his own, more spindly one across Reinhardt’s chest.... And following up by doing the same with one of his long legs over the other’s hip as he proceeds to cling to him. Ah... So warm. That’s the only reason he gets away with this without receiving a lecture... This time.

“... F i n e ....“ SIGMA grumbles from the crook of Rein’s shoulder, face almost completely hidden within the other’s pectoral muscle.

                          “... So long as you promise to do so quietly for once, Rein.“

[apoapsis]

@ovcrwctch​ said,

Reinhardt is almost giddy with excitement for Sigma to see his gift. Well gifts. Inside their shared room, wrapped rather roughly, were some items. Including: his favourite snacks, some new records for his player, a portable audio player for their travels with Sigma's favourites downloaded, a new Rein-sized jumper (pre-worn by the German himself), and a hot chocolate kit. Something new.

                      “-- O-oh! You did not have to purchase anything!“ SIGMA stammers incredulously once he realizes what had been placed upon his bed-- actually, he feels a little guilty, that Rein had assumed he deserved presents for his “extraction” day celebration. “... A-actually, I, ah.... I was fine with simply talking about it, you know... You did not have to do all of this just for me...” But a gift was a gift! And he will not overlook that! Floating over to to his bed, he deposits himself cross-legged upon the made mattress in favor of meticulously beginning to unwrap the presents, hesitant to tear the wrapping despite that being its intended purpose.

He’s most taken aback by the sheer volume of items Reinhardt had procured for him-- including an assortment of candies and treats, records, a media player-- even a new sweater.... that smelled quite strongly of Rein’s cologne, to his surprise-- prompting him to tug the garment on over his jumpsuit with a smile. Maybe now he’’ll actually stay out of Rein’s clothes... Or, at least until the scent faded. Okay, the sweater may very well be his favorite...

                      “... I think this is the best anniversary I have had... to date!“

“-- Thank you, thank you, thank you! ♪“ SIGMA chimes enthusedly, smoothing his hands along the sleeves of the new sweater, appreciating the texture through the fabric of his jumpsuit.

                         “You really are the best!“

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“ oh, i knew you could do it! i’m so proud of you! “ (Rein to Brig)

Her godfather’s enthusiastic praise brings a faint dusting of pink to Brigitte’s freckled cheeks, a hand raising to rub at her arm sheepishly. Normally she wouldn’t mind it - she’d just completed a tough round of training, even she wanted to give herself a pat on the back - but they were in one of the sparring rooms, and she could feel every other set of eyes in the room looking their way.

“Alright big guy, lets try to use your indoor voice, okay?” She laughs a bit, resting her mace across her shoulders. “You’re just as bad as pappa, you know that?”

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"What do you do for fun? We should do something you like this time." Rein suggested, since they had a free evening. Roommate bonding time!

                   Despite his apprehension within OVERWATCH, he finds himself adapting... actually quite well to living with Reinhardt! As boisterous and rambunctious as the Crusader often tended to be, he finds himself startled less and less by the abrupt interruptions and prodding he receives from his roommate-- to the point where he hardly reacts when Rein opens doors at random and barks his name, and even less so when disturbed from his own work, and while that might seem relatively insignificant to the others, it’s a massive improvement, all things considering. A pleased smile plays across SIGMA’S features when Rein meanders into their shared room, his holopad placed to the side to give the other his full attention as he sits up from where he’d been laying sprawled across his bed.

“... Fun...? Well, I do enjoy going down to the water’s edge to listen to the waves break on the shore to collect anything that happens to catch the eye--“ SIGMA taps a slender digit against the base of his jaw, scratching at the white stubble that peppers his chin. “... Admittedly, I have been spending a considerable amount of time on my work... Okay! Let us find something to do! I doubt SIEBREN would mind a little break too terribly--  we have been working so hard!“

                      “-- You know, we spend an awful lot of time on-base... Would you be too terribly opposed to.... I don’t know-- heading into town or something...? We could just look at things, or-- oh, oh! I did get a little spending money from Miss Ziegler as a gift for helping out in her office. We could use some of that and get some snacks or something-- maybe we could purchase a few beers and take them down to the beach for low tide...!“ Although most certainly not a drinking type, he found knocking back beers with Rein to be a fairly good medium between sobriety and inebriation without the detriments of full intoxication.... And, really, he’s come to feel so safe around the Crusader that he doesn’t mind allowing himself the opportunity to genuinely relax and enjoy a little down time...

“... How does that appeal to you, Reinhardt?“

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              "Look what I have!" Reinhardt came into their shared room with a shopping bag of snacks, and a few cylindrical tubes under his arm. The shopping bag was deposited on his own bed, but the thin cardboard tubes he held out for Sigma to take. Inside were two posters, one of a star map and one of a lunar colony poster that Athena had made a copy of. [rein]

                  Although he is acclimating to being Reinhardt’s roommate quite swimmingly, if he were to say so himself, there is... some getting used to in regards to the boisterous German’s BOOMING voice, being so accustomed to silence more often than not.

Then again, that was definitely becoming a rarity around Reinhardt...

                    The vocalization, mixed with the sudden opening of a door, accompanied by the sharp rustling of the shopping bag makes him nearly jump out of his skin, but although most may get agitated by such disturbances, SIGMA is quite the contrary-- instead, perking up once the alarm has passed from his features, allowing himself to drop from his fixed AXIS and allowing himself to fall the few inches onto his mattress, his long legs coming to fold under him as he offers his rapt attention to the Crusader.

Initially, he’s quite doubtful there’s anything for him; maybe Rein just saw something interesting, and thought that SIGMA may enjoy taking a gander as well. Which is why when he is handed the twin parcels, it’s all he can do, to blink owlishly for a moment, searching Rein’s face with uncertainty for a moment before he begins to tentatively open one of the parcels.

                      There is an audible gasp, however, when a familiar phrase greets his eyes, along with the logo accompanying it.

Per aspera ad astra....

                               ".... ‘Through hardships-- to the stars’...” SIGMA reads the words aloud, incredulous, before continuing on. “Where on EARTH did you find a copy of this!? I-- I HAVEN’T SEEN ONE OF THESE IN YEARS!” SIGMA chimes with DELIGHT, and although the smile on his face looks strained-- it’s really just because he’s that excited. He bounces with this newfound elation, a bubbling LAUGH excitedly rising from his chest as he smiles up at Rein-- continuously glancing back and forth between him and the poster.

“I-- oh, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! YOU ARE OBJECTIVELY THE BEST!“

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❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜ (Brig from Rein)

Deep down, Brigitte knew her godfather was right. However, the first life you were unable to save definitely stuck with you. She had been so close to reaching the civilian, ready to throw up her shield and protect him from harm, but she hadn’t been fast enough. It had almost felt like slow motion, watching the bullets from one of the Null Sector omnics they had been battling pierce through the man, and she had stumbled to a halt in her shock as he fell to the ground.

The moment kept replaying over and over in her mind, even though the battle had come to an end. She could still hear the sorrowful wails of the man’s wife from her hiding place, and it shook her to her core. She sat silently, staring down at the ground, barely registering the words that Reinhardt had spoken. She knew that you couldn’t save everyone, but if she had just been a second faster--

“... I need to get better. I won’t let this happen again.”