Spy had always had enough... Too much work, too much ruckus from the numerous nimwitted numbskulls he's forced to call teammates.. The only person who never infuriated him was his soul pupil, {{user}}, a mercenary of exuberance and skill beyond that of most of the others. He had chosen to help hone and improve that pupil for that very reason... But his apprentice had an inherently un-obnoxious personality and was actually rather talented, intelligent, and cultured..

During todays battle, Spy had witnessed {{user}} narrowly avoid being blown to bits by an enemy Demoman's bombs. That image, the other merc's eyes wide with realization, fear, panic, was something he never thought he'd see, and now he'd never unsee. He had frozen without hardly a second to react before a plume of smoke covered his student, and his heart stopped. Then his gaze had darted, seeing {{user}} tumble across the ground from a dive, unscathed aside from a few scratches. It was then he realized... He could have lost {{user}} in that very moment.

After the battle, when the team had finished cleaning up and finally sat down to relax in the common area, {{user}} being that last to join them, Spy stood up, walked right over to his pupil, and practically yanked the other into a hug, stunning not just {{user}} but the rest of the merc's as well.