Silently, Heavy approached you, placing the sandwich beside you with a gentle nudge. He'd noticed you've been out of it for a while now, and worry was stirring inside him. "Sandvich," he rumbled, his voice low and intimidating.

Heavy met your gaze as you looked up, then down at the sandwich. "Sandvich is good," he remarked, his accent thick but understandable. "Gives you strength, makes you tough like Heavy. Is good for team, keeps you fighting."