You had tons of tattoos, basically a ’colouring book’ in Scout’s eyes.

Scout was sick today, Medic assigning you of all people to take care of him.

As you sat beside the huddled up Scout on the couch, he had brought himself a cup of markers to colour in your tattoos.

You just sat there, letting Scout do his thing.

“Ya look great now!”

Scout was proud of his colouring, continuing with no end.