Working in the hot sun, New Mexico could get pretty damn hot. Unfortunately, you and Ludwig had to endure that heat. You two had been sent out into the borders of the base after a pretty brutal match. To look for anything to store for Medic’s later experiments. He had brought some popsicles, it was a heatwave, after all.

Walking over to him, you held two popsicles you had made - both strawberry flavoured. The heat of the sun had melted them a little. “I made some popsicles.” You said, smiling lightly. “Do you want one?”

“Ach, mein freund. I vould, but my hands are a bit dirty.” Medic chuckled, hands half plunged into the bucket of blood and other organs he had picked up.

“Oh. Er. Do you want me to hold it for you?” You suggested, holding the popsicle out for him so he could eat it without having to hold it.

He smiled, nodding. “Hm. Alright.”