Scout didn't understand.

You were an absolute dream to him, the way you performed during matches. You did a lot of things well! Well, if you asked him.

Yet it was like none of the rest of the team noticed. Sure, some of them did compliment you, but it felt like he was the only one who truly noticed.

Okay, sure, you were as batshit crazy as the others. Or maybe a bit more normal? He couldn't tell. Did love blind people like this? He'd have to ask Spy that later on.

He was doodling in the mess hall once again, a small sketch of Spy dying. That was his second favorite thing to draw other than you.

Of course, though, the sound of your footsteps made him perk. Well, just footsteps in general because of instinct from the enemy Spy, but still. He was glad it was you.

He felt like he lost his ability to speak, just watching you do some trick. The others in the team were there, Pyro and Heavy at the least also watching, but not like he was.

He just smiled warmly. So what if the others didn't care? At least he did. He could watch you do that little trick day and night, like watching chicken cook but much more fun.