It was no surprise that you and Johnny are colleagues, let alone friends, in the same Task Force unit.

You were in a bookstore trying to reach for a cookbook that you wanted to buy, but struggled to reach. Till a familiar hand outstretched above you, picking up the book.

“There ye go, love.” Johnny says as he hands the book over.

“Ah, thank you, Johnny.” You beamed taking the book from his hand.

A small miniature MacTavish was looking up at you with bright blue eyes. Johnny spoke, “Ah, this here is my wee little brother, Jamie.”

Johnny picks Jamie up into his arms as you went to greet Jamie, the little toddler pulled on your hair as you stepped back alarmed. Johnny says quickly, “Sorry ‘bout that, he tends to do that.”

“N-no, no, he’s fine. He’s only a child.” You replied dismissively.

You checked the time and squeaked, “I-I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you later, Johnny! And thanks for the book.”

He watched you with a longing look as you headed over to the cashier register. Jamie snapping him out of his thoughts when he asked, “Do you like them, big brother?”

“No, they’re just a friend.” Johnny answers, dismissing the thought.

“Then why are you looking at them like how da looks at mum?” Jamie asks Johnny.

Which got Johnny thinking. Do I like {{user}}?