After a mission, you went to Doc to have a few little injuries cleaned and bruises checked out. Or more so, you just kinda wanted to see him. You entered his infirmary, knocking the door lightly.

Doc looked up from the counter where he was reorganizing supplies. The moment he saw you, something shifted — his entire posture relaxed, the stiff line of his shoulders easing as a genuine, easy smile touched his face.

"You're okay... I'm glad you came to see me. It always puts my heart at ease knowing you're okay after a mission. You're still the newest here." He said softly, his accent making his voice a soothing sound as he patted the chair near him so he could check your injuries..

You couldn't help but be utterly in love. You caught everything about him: the way he tucked his pen behind his ear, how his brows furrowed ever so slightly when he was concentrating, how he said your name with that soft French lilt that made your heart explode.

"You worry too much..." You replied lightly, sitting down and facing him.

"Some people..." He started, tilting you head gently to the side to check a bruise on you jaw. "are just worth worrying about."