You and Medic had always had something going on. Either that be casual flirting, or hugs that lasted a few seconds too long. That was until last night.

Now, He sat on the couch in the base, scarf wrapped around his neck and twiddling his thumbs. Scout sat on the other side of the couch, looking at him curiously.

Medic swallowed nervously, adjusting the scarf. His cheeks were a little red, uncharacteristically.