Never Over
When Ana found him, he was in his room packing.
"Reinhardt? I didn't find you at dinner."
"I've been… retired."
Ana started. "What?"
All Reinhardt did was nod and fall back on his bed. Taking a deep breath, he stared at the ceiling. She approached him, eyeing the rest of his room as she walked past the door-frame. Most of this things were already packed, and there were several suitcases set down on the floor. His desk was still untouched, though, and she could see the pictures that were on it.
"I used to think I'd die fighting, Ana. I never thought it would end like this."
She reached out to one of the pictures on his desk, sitting besides him, she put it in front of him.
"The fight is never over, Reinhardt. Just because they're forcing you out of it doesn't mean it's over for you, either." She leaned against him, enjoying the warmth he exuded. She observed him as he looked at the picture in his hands.
"There's always someone to protect."
"Ana…"
She stood, and tried to fix herself. "Have you scheduled your departure yet, Reinhardt?"
"I have, yes, I'm leaving for Bavaria in the morning."
"You're cancelling that."
He looked at her. "What?"
"I'm flying back to Cairo the day after tomorrow on leave and you're coming with me." She reached down and started pulling on his arm. It would be impossible to bring him up herself, but she got the point across and he eventually got up. "Now, I'm hungry and you're raiding the fridge with me. I'm sure Torbjorn still has some food left in there."
Both laughed as they left the room, leaving the photo of Ana and Fareeha on the bed.