The door swung open, heavy footsteps following quickly after. Not even a second passed before the door was slammed shut and something was thrown to the ground. She immediately sat up from her position on the couch, brows furrowed. "Reaper?" She called, looking over to the door. Her view was blocked, just slightly, but she could make out his form slumped up against the wall.
He had a bad day.
He didn't reply as she slowly emerged from the pile of blankets and made her way over to him. She glanced down at where his mask was on the floor and bent down to pick it up. She paused, watching him against the wall for a moment before taking a deep breath and walking back to the couch. She set the mask on the coffee table and turned back to Reaper.
Smoke slowly rolled out of his mouth as he breathed, eyes closed and his hands shaking just slightly. She walked back to him and tilted her head, offering a small smile. "Reapy?" She nearly cooed, reaching out for his hand. He didn't speak, didn't move; the only form of response she received was a quick, soft squeeze of his hand.
She gently tugged, urging him to follow as she walked him to the couch. He slowly followed, taking heavy steps all the way. She began humming lightly as she let the mercenary slump down onto the couch, eyes half lidded now. She waited for him to slowly curl up against the arm of the couch before grabbing her pile of blankets and maneuvering it around him, tucking him in until only his head and shoulders were still visible.
She stared at him for a moment as he shifted between smoke and himself, settling in against the blankets. After a moment she climbed in beside him and clicked the TV on. Nothing loud, nothing with action. She turned it to an old cartoon channel and settled into watching it in silence.
She could feel the shaking slowly stop as he closed his eyes once again and moved to grip her hand again.
Neither one talked; they sat in silence for a long time before Mary eventually fell asleep.
Tomorrow, Mary'd ask what made Reaper need a quiet day. Reaper wouldn't tell her, not yet. They'd just keep going like they always did.
They'd just keep going.
A/N: Hello, Fallen here. Another little one-shot. Yes, it is very short. It's just a stupid idea.
I was given the prompt "Quiet" today.
In my personal headcanons, Reaper has what Mary calls "quiet days" where people around him or his own body is just too overwhelming and he needs to just shut everyone out for a day or two to calm down and not go into a panic. Mary, the ever understanding girl, has learned how to handle his quiet days after being with him for 4 years.
If it's just a day, stay with him and try to stay quiet. If it's two, you can try talking to him and prompting him to get back into the swing of things. Any more, and call Sombra, Widow or Jesse. He'll usually respond to Jesse the most, depending on what caused the quiet day.
He's rarely gone more than three days; the only time it's lasted longer was right after Recall.
Lastly, Thank you to Blackroset and tedpierce18 for leaving reviews! I'm glad you enjoy reading these stupid one-shots of mine.