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It had been almost a week since Sniper and Scout had shared their feelings for each other.
“So, you and Scout are… actually together, now?”
“Yeah,” Sniper nodded, “Y’know, I really didn’t think it would happen. I was surprised too, when he told me he liked me back.”
Medic smiled.
“Well, I guess love finds a way.”
“I guess it did. I just hope nobody else finds out… Miss Pauling’s probably already finding it a bit strange that Scout isn’t as all over her as he used to be.”
“How is Scout getting along with Spy as of late? I haven’t seen them together much.”
“Ah, I dunno. They still ain’t talking much, but I guess they ain’t murdering each other either, so… same as before, seems like.”
“Hm, that’s not too surprising, I suppose. As long as they are at least tolerating each other’s presence, heh.”
“Yeah…”
One of Medic’s doves fluttered onto Sniper’s shoulder and examined him curiously. The room was full of the birds, all hopping and flying around, pecking at bowls of seeds Medic had left out for them.
Scout stood with his feet apart, bat raised. His eyes were locked on the ball. The lenses of Pyro’s goggles glinted in the sunlight.
They held up their arm, ready to throw the ball.
“Mrrfm?” they asked.
“Yeah, I’m ready!”
The ball soared through the air, and Scout felt it collide with his bat. Pyro laughed and clapped their hands as they watched the ball fly away and smash through one of the base’s windows.
Sniper jumped back in surprise as the window in front of him shattered and something came flying through. He looked down. A baseball. Ah, of course. He picked it up and looked out at where it had come from.
Scout felt a hand ruffle his hair as Sniper handed him his baseball back.
“You’re gonna get sunburnt again, y’know.”
“Ah, whatever. You wanna join in?”
Sniper’s hand moved to his shoulder and lingered there for a few moments. Pyro curiously stared at the two of them, cocking their head to the side slightly.
Sniper saw them staring and took his hand away, nervously. He assumed that Pyro wouldn’t have any problems with being together – they seemed to love anything cute and romantic, whatever form it took – but they might end up telling someone who wouldn’t look so kindly upon them.
Scout tossed the ball back to Pyro. Once again, it flew toward him, and he managed to hit it again. Pyro chased after the ball as it attempted to escape the confines of the base.
Scout lowered the bat and looked at Sniper.
“How are we gonna keep this a secret from the rest of the team?” he asked, brow furrowing with worry, “I mean, it’s not like I don’t wanna be with you, cause I think… I think I really do, y’know. But… what are we gonna do if we get found out?”
“I… well, I don’t think you’ve got too much to worry about, ‘roo. Everyone knows we’re friends already, chances are they might not notice us being anything more. If it’s any consolation, Medic knows already. He’s fine with it.”
“Medic? Is he… is he gay?”
“Oh, well uh, yeah, he is.”
“Hrm… that explains a lot, actually."
Sniper chuckled.
“Yeah, anyway, so, we won’t have to worry about him. I might ask him to see what the others’ opinions are. He’s a smart guy, I imagine he could ask around without raising suspicions.”
“And what about if it doesn’t work out? What if we gotta leave?”
Sniper sighed.
“In that case, well… we both have plenty of money saved up. I could go back to assassin work elsewhere. We’ll have options. Just know that I ain’t gonna leave you in the dust, no matter what.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll protect you too, Mick. Man, I didn’t think my life was gonna get so complicated so quickly!”
Sniper smiled softly.
“Ah, I know how you feel. Love can be a confusing thing, eh?”
“I think it’s worth it, though. I mean, it’s not like stuff’s gonna change that much, right? We’ll still be two guys who work for RED. Just with like, more kissing, I guess?”
Scout blushed a little. Sniper leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, which only served to make his face redder.
“Yeah, I suppose so,” Sniper smiled.
Pyro soon returned with the ball, saying something about how it had taken them a while because they’d gotten distracted on the way. Of course, some things had changed. But Pyro was still the same old Pyro. The baseball in their hand was the same one as always, worn down and battered from years of use. And the man beside him was the same Scout he had fallen in love with.
The sun that bore down upon them was the same blazing New Mexico sun. But there was one light in Sniper and Scout’s lives that was even brighter – the ever-persistent glow of their love for each other.