Scout touched Doc's grave, stroking the pavement and barely bothering to hold back his tears. The war was over and surely he was happy about that, but a few other important things in his life had ended too. Such as a few of his best friends' lifespan. Scout cuddled the old memory of a bird whilst staring down at Medic's tombstone, most everyone had left by now and Scout sat alone. Except for Archimedes, Scout was completely by himself. Though he didn't feel alone.
Pyro gently put a hand upon his back, his now revealed face stared mournfully at the Doctor's grave as well, feeling incredibly empathetic for the poor boy. Medic was, admittedly, a good friend to Pyro as well despite the shroud of mystery around the murmuring schizophrenic. He sat beside Scout, who was currently weeping silently.
He quickly tapped twice upon the Scout's shoulder in an attempt to get his attention, succeeding as Scout faced Pyro. The real way his face was sculpted was so strange. The Team, or what was left of it, always just had to imagine what he looked like and now that they knew how it really was, it would certainly need some getting used to. Pyro gently smiled, tears rolling down his face with the rosiest cheeks Scout had ever seen on a grown man. "This is probably an inappropriate time but,"He sighed, coyly.
He quickly and gingerly kissed Scout on the lips and pulled back, waiting for a reaction of some kind. Scout immediately became flushed and sweeped back in for another, surprising Pyro, though he very quickly warmed up to it. They both stood up, Scout gesturing for Pyro's hand which he undoubtedly took as they slowly walked away, Archimedes atop Scouts shoulder.
"You know I love ya, right?" Scout purred upon leaving.
"I love you too."Pyro gleefully whispered back.