TEAM FORTRESS IS A GAME BY VALVE

'Uh…Py…Thanks for saving my ass this morning…

Pyro turned her head to him slightly and muttered something. Scout imagined what she had said but frowned.

'Hey, are you ever take off that freaking mask? I can't understand a thing you say and it's annoying.'

Pyro mumbled something but was quick to obey, leaving her mask on her lap.

'Better?'

'Thank you. Gee, can you even breathe with that thing on? You sound like you're dying in there.'

'Medic says I have awful lungs and my throat hurts most of the time.'

'No surprise. Then why are you wearing it all the time?'

Pyro didn't reply.

'There's nothing wrong with being a gal, you know? I know I may have said awful stuff but-'

'No, no, it's not that. I know you guys aren't sexist…I'm just used to it. I feel much better wearing it.'

'Hm. If you say so…Bonk?'

'Yes, please.'

Scout gave his partner a can. Pyro was distracted for a moment muttering something to her right side, which was completely empty, but Scout immediately understood that

she was most probably seeing one of her imaginary friends and decided to say nothing about it and just wait. Soon, Pyro returned her attention to him and took the can,

whispering a thank you. While she opened it and took a long sip, Scout gazed at the moon, which clouds were covering.

'It didn't go very well, did it?'

'Don't think about it, Scout. We did all we could. Tomorrow will be another day.'

'We've been losing for so many weeks I can see why Soldier is so pissed. I don't think Miss Pauling will like it either.'

'Have you asked her for a date yet?'

'Nope.'

'What are you waiting for?'

'It ain't so easy, Pyro! I can't just…Can we change the subject?'

They remained silent for a moment as Pyro sipped her drink again, slowly, a bit too loudly. Then, she turned her eyes in the direction Scout was looking to.

'You'll be with her someday. I'm sure.'

'…Do you think so?'

'Sure. I'd date you if I were she.'

'…Really?'

'Of course…'

Another pause, this time much longer. Scout looked away from the sky to look at his partner. She didn't, and if her attention turned to Scout, he didn't notice it. The boy

pressed his lips and finished his Bonk, throwing the can to a wrecked, abandoned van that was rotting in the field, the sound of the metal bump being the only thing that

could be heard for some seconds in the night.

'…Thanks, Py.'

As a response, still not looking away, Pyro smiled.

THE END