[For his part, Reinhardt just looks sad. If that's possible, given the helmet and everything. Maybe he didn't want that reminder. Maybe he wanted to keep on thinking some good would come of this.]
[Either way, he doesn't laugh.]
You could join me, my friend.
[He knows what the answer will be. But that won't stop him from offering.]
no subject
[Either way, he doesn't laugh.]
You could join me, my friend.
[He knows what the answer will be. But that won't stop him from offering.]
I would not mind another hand.