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"Well, anyway, that's how Archimedes committed tax fraud!"
Laughter immediately filled the room after Medic finished his story. You felt Heavy's chuckle vibrating against your head and your own giggling in your chest. Archimedes, who perched atop Medic's shoulder, cooed in approval.
"Doktor is funny, da?" The gentle giant nudged you just a bit too hard, only eliciting another laugh from you and Medic.
"Ahuh, Vati's siwwy!" Your little voice piped up in response.
Medic and Heavy always worked together so well to entertain tiny you. Their chemistry on the battlefield bled into day-to-day life on the base, and anyone coulr see how well the two of them got along. Once they'd decided that they would both look after you when you regressed, a relationship between you three blossomed like nothing before.
Days like these, spent in the medical wing joking and bonding, were more than you could ever ask for. The stresses of battle and day-to-day life melted away as you sat in Heavy's lap, embracing his company as well as Medic's storytelling. It felt nice to take the time to relax, more than anything; the attention you recieved was an added bonus, too!
A happy coo came from Archimedes, who had found his way into your lap. He liked to nuzzle his head into the palm of your hand in order to ask for pets, which you'd happily give him, of course. More sounds of content left his beak when your finger stroked down his head.
"Vati, can you tell the story about the fishies again?" You looked to Medic, who had leaned closer to interlock his fingers with Heavy's.
"That is funny one," boomed a familiar Russian accent with glee. You felt his leg bounce you in his lap as you awaited an answer.
"Anything for meine liebe," Medic brought his free hand to pat your head. "If I recall correctly, it all started on my trip to Berlin where.."
If only story time could last forever, you thought. At least you would have these moments to treasure forever, just to remind you to take a moment to laugh everyday.