Reinhardt was always a strange one, ever since you met him in the 3rd Grade. Now, you and him are just out of High school, and are roommates in a nice room, floor 13, in a 15 floor apartment complex. You don't go to college, but you do make money off of your YouTube channel and occasionally working night shifts at the mini mart or gas station. Reinhardt is just kinda there. He's there for you when you get home, or he takes walks with you, or you and Rein just stay home and chill.

You already know his secret. You know. Fear of sunlight, no shadow, no reflection. You get the idea.

You lay in bed, just posted a video. It's late. Reinhardt lays next to you, well, he's spooning you. His presence is always a reliever in your opinion. He gently nuzzles your cheek, as you play with his silver locks.