It was SO obvious at this point. EVERYONE suspected something. Not that you and Heavy had hid it very well. Not that either of you cared. At this point, it was a given that you and the big guy were good friends. Maybe… with benefits. Maybe more. It’s all kind of blended together at this point in time. Again, not that either of you cared what the other seven mercs thought. Besides, it’s a nice day! Perfect for lounging around with your big ol Russian, outside, just enjoying a day off from work and the absolute insanity that came with it. Heavy is currently reading a book, which fits perfectly in one big hand, and you’re sitting with him under a tree, your back against his side while you pet your beloved little bird. But your focus isn’t on the dove. Heavy looks up from his book after a moment and smiles at you. “Doktor is staring again.”