The two men walked in silence. But neither of seemed to mind. Medic was too lost in thought to notice the lack of small-talk between them, trying over and over to retrace his steps. When did he last see Archimedes? Why would he have gone? Where would he be if he were a blood-thirsty dove? One question just led straight to another. Heavy, on the other hand, was just enjoying a peaceful evening after the chaos of today's war, even sans beer. He was also just glad to not be seen with Soldier in this very moment.

"Medic-"

His thoughts stopped and his eyes refocussed. "Vas is it?"

"Look."

Heavy was a man of few words, sure, but Medic soon realised why he didn't need to say so much. When he finally got a hold of his bearings, he realised where the directions from Pyro lead to. They were nearing the enemy base.

"Achso..." The two of them paused in their tracks. Was it really worth it to go in and take a look? Would it even be safe? Maybe Archimedes would find his way back by tomorrow morning...

No, he finally decided. He'd already come this far and looked everywhere else. With a determined air, he put his foot forward to continue on his way. Then he paused and glanced up at his Russian team-mate.

"Look, you don't have to come vith me, Heavy. You've already done enough. I can take it from hier myself."

Heavy scoffed. "No." Was his only reply.

Medic's brows furrowed. "Look, I don't vant to get you into trouble. It's dangerous in zhere."

"Then you will need Heavy Weapons Guy." Heavy gave the other man (what he thought was) a gentle nudge. "If Medic go, I go, too."

The German found himself without a decent come-back. Heavy had a point. The enemy team would be crawling with people out for his blood. And Medic wasn't exactly well-equipped for combat since there's really only so much damage a bonesaw and syringe gun could do.

"Are you sure?"

Heavy grinned. "Da. Just let me eat Sandvich."

A few moments of silence passed the two again. Then, Heavy gave Medic a thumbs-up when he was done eating.

"Thank you, my friend." Another small, albeit uncertain, smile tugged at the corners of Medic's lips.

Heavy just shook his head. "You buy next round of vodka and Heavy is happy man."

"Deal." A proper smile this time.

And forward they went, Medic trailing just a little bit behind Heavy, incase any hostile fire started.