"Have you ever thought about having children?"

The question surprised Heavy. He slipped his reading glasses from his nose to glance over towards Medic. The German was stretched on the cushions of the window seat that looked out over the expanse of snow-bent trees. Winter light accentuated his strong jawline and sharp cheekbones beautifully, and Heavy felt his heart grow warmer.

"Nyеt," he answered honestly, standing and moving towards the seat, and Medic pulled his legs close to give him room to sit. "… But would not be opposed to it." The doctor smiled dreamily, gentle eyes still gazing towards the horizon.

"It's a nice thought, isn't it?" he sighed, resting his elbow on his knee to prop his chin up. "Ve could adopt, perhaps. Or have zhe help of a surrogate." Finally, he met Heavy's eyes, his smile content and warm, such a stark contrast to the Siberian winter outside. "I vouldn't mind raising a strong Siberian like yourself."

"Or Doktor baby," Heavy added, and the twinkle in Medic's eyes dimmed, his smile slowly dissipating. He looked back out to the icy landscape, hugging his knee close.

"Ah… n-nein, unfortunately, zhat's not possible, mein liebe," the doctor smiled sadly at Heavy, idly rubbing his forearm with a wince. "… In zhe camps, zhey took all of zhe people like us and…" he lowered his eyes, looking away. "… had us sterilized. To keep us from spreading our…" he sneered. "Disease."

"… Am sorry," Heavy frowned guiltily, reaching out to brush his thumb against Medic's cheek. Medic leaned into his warm touch. His eyes were closed now, but his shoulders had begun to shake. "Didn't mean to upset Doktor."

"Nein, nein, it isn't your fault," Medic's voice betrayed him with a high-pitched crack. "Zhey vere monsters. Zhat's nozhing to do vizh you."

"Just wish I could have stopped it," Heavy murmured. "… Wish I had met you earlier." Medic hummed softly, opening his eyes and leaning forward to kiss the tip of Heavy's nose, smiling again.

"I appreciate zhe sentiment, Heavy, zhank you," he crossed his arms on top of the giant's knees, resting his head atop them. Snow had begun to drift gently from the grey sky, and Medic watched it in silence, eyelids fluttering sleepily. Heavy rubbed his hand up and down the doctor's back, content to enjoy the comfortable silence. It didn't take long for the chatty German to speak up again, but his words were soft.

"Ich liebe dich, Misha."

Heavy smiled affectionately, kissing his temple.

"Я тоже тебя люблю, Людвиг."