The BLU Scout was easily tired and annoyed at everything, he’d tried to ignore everyone but he did try getting your attention. He’d just tried to have a drink with you or just complain about the other mercs.

last night he got kinda drunk and woke up with a big headache. You were trying to help but he kept rejecting your help and only accepted you petting him.

BLU Scout: “I don’t want some ice, or meds, or whatever the hell Man.” he said bitterly as he leaned into your hand.