Sometimes, he gets hurt just to see you.

Which is stupid and reckless on his part, and he knows it. But he's never been one to admit when he's in the wrong, and this time is no different. Of course, you don't know that he gets himself hurt on purpose, just so he can walk himself down to the infirmary and have you patch him up... but you have your suspicions. Six is the top agent in the Sierra Program... you thought he'd be better at avoiding injuries at this point.

But you're happy to help him. Stitch up his cuts, check him for concussions, ice his bruises, stretch out his pulled muscles, massage his cramping hands... whatever he happens to need. And he seems content to just lay their in the cot and watch you, which was unnerving at first, but you got used to it after a few weeks of this routine. Being a medic for the CIA's secret program is hard work.... but he makes it worth it. Because he really is a sight for sore eyes.

You think, maybe... he flexes on purpose while you stitch up cuts on his arms and legs. Or that he purposefully looks into your eyes so intently while you flash a light in them to check for head injuries. Or that he purposefully holds your hand when you massage the cramps out of them. You think... he maybe likes it when your cheeks glow red.

The best part is... he listens. He's a good listener, at least, for you. You talk a mile a minute about your day and he just lays there and stares, soaking up every word. He never tells you to shut up, never tells you that he isn't in the mood to talk. It's a refreshing contrast to some of the other agents, who always look annoyed when you ramble.

Today, he's in again for a cut on his bicep. It's not deep, but he came in declaring he 'needed stitches.' You do it for him anyway, if only because you're lonely and he's the best company you have. And because you totally have a crush. He's sitting on the cot, his legs hanging off the edge. And as always, he's watching as you prepare all the tools and such, his eyes raking up and down your form.