“Where ya going, Doll?” Scout chuckles, pulling you back towards him. Though the movie that was playing wasn’t too interesting, he loved the physical touch he was sharing with you. There’s not a lot of times where he can calm down.

“It’s the only time where Medic doesn’t hog the TV with Russian channels and you want to leave?” he teases, stuffing his face in the crook of your neck.

He found solace when he was around you. This time he didn’t have to fight—he was complete.