It wasn't strange for Heavy to be sitting where he is now. Actually, it was more of a routine thing by now. To lay on Medic's little (everything is little to someone as large as Heavy) examination table and watch the German work and do as he pleases.

Of course, it's also common for Medic to do something new. But what he's doing right now? Absolutely baffling.

Medic dots lines around Heavy's body with a marker. The Russian watching with a raised eyebrow and a strong sense of curiosity.

"Vhat is little doktor doing?" Heavy finally rumbles out. Watching another long line dot around his ribs.

"Hm? Oh, I am marking zhe best cuts of meat." Comes the simple reply...

Meat?

Does that mean Heavy will be...? Oh well... Heavy heaves a sigh, yet he makes no further comment.

He trusts the German (for whatever reason) and he knows he'll just respawn in the end anyway. So, might as well let it happen.