loveshot had been following caretaker around a lot more than usual lately.

well, they usually did that on a daily basis; some need to protect, or another excuse as pathetic as that one was used to justify their actions. it wasn’t anything really harmful in itself—they were simply trying to keep their favourite team member alive & thriving, even if caretaker could handle themself well enough on their own. whenever caretaker was out & about, whether it be healing others or even gardening inside of the bunker, in complete safety, it was always guaranteed to see loveshot loitering about nearby, casting caretaker glances here & there to check whether they weren’t getting chased to the death or something else just as absurd.

well, one afternoon caretaker decided to ask loveshot why they’d begun to follow her around a whole lot more. she knocked on the door of their room in the bunker before opening it, revealing the scene of loveshot at their desk, scribbling away at something or other in paper—which they promptly hid behind their back the moment caretaker showed up in the doorway. a nervous smile was immediately plastered across their face, chuckling as if they hadn’t just jumped 5 feet into the air just because a door opened.

“h—hey, c-care!!! wh-what’re you doing here?!?”