BTW: This will be my third Deviantart inspired story, hopefully it will be shorter than Cold, I really didn't expect Cold to be that long, I'm sorry guys. Anyways, check out the piece here: art/request-1-268282692 Thanks to everyone who reads, if you can, R&R, thanks again, and happy reading.

My brilliant observations for this piece:

Both Spy and Sniper are on the RED Team…I can go places with this :3

Spy is crying…nice touch, metope, makes him seem more like someone who actually feels something other than haughtiness and disgust.

Whatever made Spy upset had something to do with Sniper. No dip Sherlock.

Somehow they're both on the floor. I'm guessing its Spy's doing, seeing as he's on top. (Don't take that inappropriately, please.)

Sniper isn't exactly a happy camper as well, he seems upset as well.

-End my brilliant deductions-

Let's begin.

"Oi guess you're still mad at me, aren't you."

I spin around and lunge at him, knocking us both to the ground, and pinned him there. "Of course I am mad at you you insolent fool!" I scream in his face, and I can feel the tears start, dripping onto Will's face, but I make no move to wipe them away, and neither does he.

*PICTURE TIME*

"If you ha-*SNAP*-d taken my advice, you wouldn't have gotten into that situation, but God forbid you do!" I'm screaming at the top of my lungs now, though it was breaking and wavering. I had warned him multiple times not to ever, no matter how bad it got, consult that sadistic bastard about his drinking problem. Many a night I had dragged him, literally, to his van and tucked him in, set the alarm for him, and waited there all night so that if he got ill, someone was there to help The team had noticed I had begun to get a bit sullen and tired, and though I did not tell them, and they did not ask, it has been due to lack of sleep, because I have been up so many nights taking care of Will. But no matter how many times I pleaded him not to, he still sought Medic's help. And he nearly got himself killed by doing so. "I told you what would happen if you went to that man for help, and yet no matter how many times you said you wouldn't, you still did! So of course I am mad at you!" I am now trembling, the tears flowing faster, and I look away, ashamed, angry, and frightened. Even after this, he might go back, no matter what I say.

"Didn't I tell you I was going to help you through this? I love you, and I don't want to lose you, you know that, yet you still went back! The problem you have is not worth risking your life to fix because there are people in this world that care about you and love you and can't imagine having to live without you! Why can't you see that?"