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Medic wasn’t a person of many words, at least not at first. He easily was, right after Sniper, the most asocial of them all. He almost never left his lab, always mired in his experiments as an excuse for not having to interact so much with the others. He already had enough with all of them calling him excessively on the battlefield, even when they didn’t really need his help. That’s why he didn’t consider himself as someone with many friends. Not saying any friends. The others had already forged intimate friendships between them, some of them more than the others, but all of them had at least one person they could fully trust. That wasn’t his case; he only saw them as coworkers… and sometimes as guinea pigs.
There was only one person that constantly visited him in his lab. Most of the time it bothered Medic that someone showed up there without a valid reason, but in those cases he didn’t care. Because that person only stood in a corner, looking at him with curiosity and sometimes making happy little noises that were muffled by the gas mask.
Yes, it was nice to feel Pyro’s company. Probably because they were the only one who was as insane as he was.
“Do jou like zhis?” he asked, noticing the arsonist’s little claps. Medic hands were soaked in blood and he held a baboon’s heart between them. He wondered what was Pyro seeing; probably instead of a heart they believed he was holding cotton candy.
“Hmmph!”
It was hard to maintain a conversation with them. If already Medic’s English wasn’t the best, he had a hard time trying to understand someone who constantly had something covering his mouth. At least their body language gave him an idea, so he walked towards them and gave them the heart so they could hold it. Pyro made more happy sounds, that for some reason made Medic feel a nice warmth within his chest.
Maybe he actually had a friend.