idea: soulmate au with matching symbols on arms,but if you figure out who your soulmate is first, you get sicker and sicker until you tell them. now imagine Sniper figuring out that his so is Scout, but he doesn't want to tell him bc Scout is 100% no homo and will most likely reject him
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The original idea isn't from me, all thanks to [ .com] for giving me the permission to post what I wrote about their idea.
Also, please note that English isn't my first language, so there might still be grammatical error or confusing part (I'm doing my best to correct my text). I may also have killed the characters accent, sorry for that too
Sniper was sitting alone in his nest, doing his job in total silence, only whispering to himself from time to time some comments when he killed some BLU. It was mostly what he was always doing, while making sure that the BLU Spy wouldn't come up here and backstab him or even the enemies Pyro coming to burn him alive.
He heard someone climbing up the ladder, but it was most likely not the Frenchman, it wasn't quiet enough to be the man. It couldn't be their Pyro either, because not even a minute before he was putting a bullet between their eyes. He then slowly reaches for his kukri, waiting to see who was getting up for him, slowly supposing who could it be. Not the Medic, the man was most of the time sticking to the BLU Heavy side and the Russian wouldn't be climbing the ladder this fast. The Demoman and the Soldier would most likely use an explosion the get up here, if they didn't just blow up the nest. The three left were the BLU Engineer, Scout and Sniper, but he couldn't see why they would get to him.
In any case, he was ready to cut anyone who would try to kill him, he only stop himself when he saw a bat with the RED logo on it waving like a white flag. Shortly after, the Scout head passes through the open trapdoor, smiling at him. Sniper then lets himself relax a little, his hand leaving his weapon. "Whot do you want?" simply asks the Aussie while getting away from the window, not wanting to get shot by the other Sniper.
"I was close by when I got shot, Medic at the other end of the map" started the Scout before continuing on how he got himself injured. Sniper just sits there while silently listening to his story, not wanting to sound rude by asking him to cut to why he had come up here. "So yeah, 'was thinkin' ya might have somethin' to help until I find doc" finally finish Scout.
Sniper, who was looking out to make sure no BLU were coming towards them, finally turn to inspect Scout. He found the injury quickly which was a bullet whom had hit the boy's right shoulder. He had taken some second to think about it before he made signs to Scout to come sit on the wooden case next to him. He did have some bandages and didn't really mind using them to help the Bostonian.
Plus, they were losing if he had correctly followed the Administrator announcements, so it was better not having one of them back in the respawn room. This was probably not the mission in which Scout was the most needed, like when they needed him to go get the intel, but they still needed him.
Anyway, the presence of Scout in his nest wasn't bothering him, even out of mission he didn't mind it. He liked the boy more than he would admit it. The younger one would come visit him from time to time to talk, even if Scout was doing ninety-five percent of the talk – if not more – but it didn't seem to bother him. He would often tell stories, sometime vents or rant after a mission gone wrong. Apparently, the others didn't really like when Scout comes to them like this, they were apparently too occupied to listen most of the time. It wasn't really as if Sniper had that much to do, so listening while doing other little thing wasn't a problem.
So he turned away to reach for his bag, letting some time for the Bostonian to take place next to him. It didn't take him long before he found what he needed. It was useful to have the necessary to heal himself until he found Medic. He wasn't really one to get hurt and when it was happening Medic was far away and less likely to come up in his nest to heal him. "How did you find me?" he asks, not sure if he had to change his hideout in case the BLU team could too easily find him up here.
"I saw their Pyro getting shot in the head, I guess where ya might be" respond the runner while taking off his shirt, probably to make the task easier for the other. Sniper simply nods to his answer while letting Scout start with telling him how the mission had gone for him until now. If the Aussie had to be honest, he had stopped listening after some minutes so he could concentrate better on getting the bullet out; of course, he was keeping some attention to the complaints coming from the American.
He was cleaning away blood the best he could, only to have something catching his eyes high on Scout upper arm, near the shoulder. He then put more attention to it. His hand stopped what they were doing, surprised by what he could guess was the younger man soulmate mark. His pause didn't pass unnoticed has the runner turned towards him to try and see what he was looking at. "Oh, ya found my mark, not that manly uh?" laugh Scout before continuing on how most of his brothers had much cooler marks than his.
Sniper didn't add anything, his eyes scanning every curve of the little flower on the runner's skin. He snaps out of his observation after some second, finishing the most rapid possible the bandage that was meant to stop the bleeding until Scout found Medic. "Finish" he simply says, turning away from the Bostonian to go back to his spot, reaching for his rifle.
He vaguely heard Scout thanking him while going back on the battlefield. Soon enough, he was stuck with that pattern in his head, making it harder for him to focus entirely on his job.
After the mission, Sniper stayed in the locker room longer than the others. They were for the most part hungry and got out the faster they could after their shower, or least for those who took one. Sniper wasn't one to eat with the other, only on rare occasion or when he was out of food and needed to go in town to buy some. So it wasn't a surprise for him to not follow the other mercenaries.
After some time alone under the water, the mark on Scout arm return in his mind. It couldn't be it. There was no way it was what he though. But, even if he was telling himself that one hundred time, it wouldn't change the fact that this little flower surrounded by circle was too familiar. It wasn't even the good word to describe it, he could draw it with his eyes close. Sniper still didn't wanted to believe it was the same as his. Didn't wanted to take a look at his left bicep and confirm it.
But he did and there it was, the same little flower surrounded by smaller circle. There was no way he could denied it anymore, Scout was his soulmate and he couldn't change that fact. But why after forty years? He was doing fine without knowing who was his soulmate, so why now? And even more, why Scout?
The Australian got out of the shower, drying himself and putting on some clean clothes while thinking about it. He didn't minded that it was a man, at some point in his life he did asked himself some question about that, mostly because he never really found any woman interesting in any way. Plus, he could admit that he might like the boy more than he was letting himself believe.
But there was still a problem, Scout was clearly not swinging that way. Just his huge crush on Miss Pauling was telling it, or when the team was going out in bars and the younger one was hinting on every girl that seem interesting. There was no way Scout was interested in men that way. So of course Scout would be deceive by the new of having a male soulmate. Sniper didn't even knew if Scout wouldn't just be disgust be it and never want to approach him after.
And that was only one reason why the batter wouldn't want Sniper has his soulmate. Apart from being a man, he was practically old enough to be scout father. Scout shouldn't be stuck with someone twice his age. Plus, Sniper wasn't someone anyone would want to be with, in his opinion. He was bad with social interaction, he was bad with people in general. He wasn't going in town more than for thing he really needed, because like that he didn't had to interact with other. It was just making him nervous to be around people. Even with the other mercs, with which he was working since a couple of years, he wasn't completely at ease.
Definitely Scout deserved better than that. He needed to keep that information for himself, it was probably for the best. He knew that if he didn't tell the Bostonian he would get sick until he did, but it couldn't be that bad. Its couldn't be that hard in the first week or even month, could it? Sniper couldn't tell, he wasn't really an expert on the subject, never though he would actually found his soulmate.
The first day he was welcomed with a headache, nothing he couldn't deal with. In the days following, things got a little worse, starting to feel nauseous, but again, he could deal with that. In the following week it was his body whom started to hurt, as if he had push his limit too much.
After two weeks of everything making his life painful it started to affect his work. He couldn't stay focus, missing too many shot to his liking and dying out of not checking is back enough. Some of the other tried to check on him, but he always lied. Medic didn't seem convinced be what he was telling him, but seem to let go for some time.
After three weeks it started to be difficult to really support. He couldn't really keep anything he was eating, his body hurting him practically all the time, making it hard to sleep. All of that just affected his performance even more to a point where he could hardly lie about it.
He was feeling so bad that day, he couldn't move without wanting to vomit the little he had eaten in the morning. Moving was hurting him more than anything else, his muscle sore for no reason. At least it was a week-end day, it was the only good thing about it, no need to get out and move.
So he was simply laying on his couch, arm over his eyes to protect them from the light. Even if he had close the curtain and the light, his eyes were not happy about the little light still present. Simply relaxing in the silence of his van was nice anyway, he could even try to sleep.
He suddenly felt a light breeze coming from the door and heard the said door close silently. Someone had come to his camper and was trying to stay unknown. He could soon enough smell the odour of smoke and maybe even some cologne, the guess was more that simple to him.
"Whot do you want spook?" simply ask Sniper, not moving to look at the intruder. He could hear the distinctive sound of a Spy decloaking, proving even more that the Frenchman didn't intended to be seen.
"Only making sure you were not dead yet" answer the Spy while lighting a cigarette, or well he could only guess it by the sound and the smell of it. The answer only get a little laugh from Sniper "I supposes doc was the one asking for it" reply the bushman.
"He is asking why you would not go to him" admit Spy. "Well, all ze others are asking themselves why at some point, it is not like you to be sick like this" continued the man. "In fact, you are never sick, hurt maybe, but I do not recall seeing you sick".
Sniper wasn't surprise that Spy remember that, he keep so many information about them, it was difficult to know what he knew about you or not, or even what he remember that you did not. He supposes that he could trust the Frenchman on that, himself couldn't remember the last time he had been sick. He was starting to ask himself where he was trying to go with that conversation. Spy must have come with the idea of getting some information about his situation, otherwise he would already be gone by now.
"In the middle of the desert it is lest likely to catch a cold and I doubt you poison yourself, you are smart enough to know what to eat". Sniper didn't knew if he was suppose to take this as a compliment, but he didn't really wanted to comment on that. He was more concern be where he was trying to go and he was starting to catch up. "But I know one way to suddenly get sick and not seeing the end of it".
That was it, he was discovered.
Sniper had to keep his groan to himself, he didn't wanted to talk about it, even less to Spy. Well, at least if he was telling Spy, he was sure no one else would know about it. The man wasn't one to go and tell, unless it was for some benefit that would be worth it. "Don't know whot you're talkin' about" he simply respond, clearly playing dumb.
"Please, don't take me for a imbécile, I know it must have something to do with your âme soeur". Sniper moved a little his head, looking at Spy, somewhat lost. He could guess what those two last words mean, but he wasn't sure. Spy and his stupid french words. "My what?" did he ask to make sure. Spy only rolled his eyes, as if he had expected for Sniper to at least guess. "It is call soulmate in your language if I am not mistaken" he sighed.
"You could make it short and just tell me that I am right about it" simply said Spy. "It is to say, I am curious to know who is suppose to be with you until you die" chuckle the man. "As if I was going to tell you" reply Sniper while replacing his head correctly under his arm. "I don't need two Spy backstabbing me on the battlefield".
"And why would I want to do this?" asked Spy, clearly curious about why his teammate could think he would want to attack a member of his own team.
Sniper wasn't stupid, he knew that Spy wouldn't be enchanted by the idea of Scout being his soulmate. He knew what was linking Spy and Scout, even if the Frenchman never told him and would probably never confirmed it for him. He had seen Spy face so little that he could count it on his right hand, but he remember very well what he looks like and some traits were very similar to Scout. Plus, he heard of the relationship Spy seem to have with the Bostonian mother. He may not be as smart as Engineer, Heavy or Medic, but he could put one and one together.
"Well, it seem you won't answer me directly, I will have to guess" sigh Spy, clearly annoyed that Sniper was making it more difficult. "Just answer yes or no, and don't lie, you're bad at lying".
Sniper wanted to protest, but Spy didn't leave him the choice and was already starting. It wasn't as if he had really the energy to kick him out anyway, so he knew he had to play his stupid game. "Is it someone participating in this war?". "Yes". "On the other team?". "No". "Is it a man?". Sniper wanted to laugh at that question, the only woman included in all this were, to his knowledge, the administrator and Miss Pauling, one which he never meet in his life. "Yes" he respond, expecting Spy to say something about it, but it never came, only his next question "Is he European". "No".
The guess was too simple in his opinion when you were at this point, one, maybe two question were enough. The only American were Engineer, Soldier and Scout. Sniper wasn't sure about Pyro, but exclude them from the list, because did any of them actually saw them without clothes covering all their body?
"Are they older than you?".
Sniper didn't answer, thinking it was maybe the last chance to not let Spy know. He could play on his patience, staying silent for some long minutes. But Spy seem to have come armed with patience, because he didn't try to force him, nor showing that he was planing on letting it go. So he figured he had to give up, responding with a mumbled "No".
Some second pass without any reaction, before he could hear Spy yell "Quoi?! With Scout!". He couldn't help but tense at the sudden yelling, only making him groan because his body was not okay with suddenly becoming that tense.
Some more french came after that, angry french. Sniper didn't try to talk, not knowing how to react to that, especially since he wasn't even understanding a word. Sounded like a repetition and reformulation of "J'y crois pas", "Je vais le tuer", "Pourquoi mon garçon et LUI?". He could heard some french swearing, those he recognized, it wasn't the first time Spy was saying those. Maybe even some insult.
"Très bien" mumble Spy after some time, probably more to himself that anything else. He seem to have calm himself, which wasn't a bad thing. "And why are you not telling him then?" asked Spy.
"Is that a real question" simply comment Sniper at first. "Tell me how and why he wouldn't take the new badly" he then ask, not wanting to explain himself completely, talking wasn't his thing and right now it was tiring him.
"I can understand your point" started Spy after some second of reflection. "Scout could clearly have someone better than you as his soulmate, if you were to question me" admitted the man. "But is it worth suffering like this? I am pretty sure it could kill you".
"I don't want him to act differently toward me just for... that". He realized while saying this that he may or may not really like Scout. He was the one with whom he was the most at ease, he didn't wanted to see him change his way of acting because of something they hadn't choice and was impose on them since day one of their existence.
It was funny to think that, because it has been three weeks since he started to avoid everyone, mostly staying in is van. Even more Scout, because he could hardly support himself, he feel like he couldn't support all the energy the younger one had. He may had come out rude to him, so he supposed it was why Scout hadn't come since the last time he try to talk to him a week ago.
"Scout deserve better than a old man like me... he would be better not finding out, thinking some pretty woman is waiting for him.
"Baliverne!" replied Spy, moving from against the wall he was leaning on. "Sure, like I said before, he could have gotten better and younger, but you do not get to choice who is your soulmate" stated Spy. "You should not put on ze side your own feeling and health just for him".
Sniper didn't reply to that affirmation, he wasn't exactly convince about it. Spy sighed again, walking toward the door to leave, stopping before opening it. "I can't choice for you, but you better do it for your own good" he said while opening the door. "You can't keep living like this, mon cher".
He then heard Spy closing the door being him, leaving Sniper alone with his thought, again. The Frenchman wasn't wrong, he couldn't keep going on like this, but he wasn't really ready to try and play his sort of friendship with Scout with that. At the same time, he was playing this same friendship just by not saying anything, it was pretty ironic.
Nearly two weeks had pass since Spy visited and Sniper was seriously asking himself how could everything keep getting worse. A week or so he started fainting from time to time. It wasn't really surprising when you were looking at how little he was eating and sleeping since the last few week. It even happen while he was working, he was surprised that it didn't get him killed. Plus, he had to endure the looks Spy was giving him, clearly inciting him to talk to Scout. But he was stubborn and he didn't wanted to.
All of this was getting annoying, even more that now he was running out of food. He didn't even put into consideration the idea of driving, he wasn't stupid enough to risk dying. So sniper made his way toward the base, going for the kitchen, hoping the others wouldn't mind it. With chance he would keep what he choice to eat.
When he got there, he vaguely respond to some of the salutation he got from those waiting at the table near the kitchen entrance. He was going straight for the kitchen in which he found Heavy cooking while talking with Medic. He salute them with a movement of the head, even if it made him feel sick.
"Sniper not having food?" Ask the Russian, curious of seeing Sniper. He then frowned when he took a better look at him. "Are you okay?"
"Sure" reply the Aussie while picking up some fruit. "Everything... fine"
"No, you are looking bad" add Medic, approaching him a little. "You should let my examine you".
Sniper was about to decline the proposition, when he suddenly saw everything turning to darkness around him. He supposed he had faint again, this time in front of their doctor, but he could still hear Heavy and Medic talking. There was something wrong, why couldn't he see anything if he was still conscious? The idea of staying in the dark without feeling anything near him was making him nervous. He then tried to reach for the counter, at least he would know where he was like this, but he only manage to bump into someone, supposing it was Heavy.
He reach to grab the man shirt, not wanting to lose his balance, feeling soon enough a hand on his shoulder to keep him up right. "Sniper?" asked Heavy, concern slowly filling his voice, not understand why the bushman suddenly bump into him like this.
Suddenly, Sniper felt like when he was going to faint, which wasn't good. He would have try to go and faint somewhere the other couldn't find him, but with his new blindness, it wasn't possible. Soon enough, everything was fading away. The last thing he could catch was Medic saying to catch him and the distant voice of the others asking what was happening.
He wake up to some people talking near him. Or at least, he suppose he waked up, because he could feel his eyelid closing and opening, but he couldn't see anything. Was the whole getting-sick-until-you-tell-your-soulamte really that bad? Did anyone ever experienced thing like this? Well, he supposed no sane person would support such pain for a little more than a couple of weeks.
He was snap out of his though by Scout voice near him on his left. "What the fuck man! What happen, why did ya faint in the kitchen?!" he practically yelled in his ear, only making Sniper close his eyes and tense, his headache coming back.
He turn his head toward the direction where Scout was suppose to be, not really knowing if he did get to turn correctly toward him. He couldn't find anything to answer, he wasn't really good at lying and he could hardly think of anything right now other than his eyes. He didn't really had to answer, because soon enough it was Medic who start talking "Seem like herr Sniper vas in lack of sleep and didn't eat correctly in some days" stated the German in a serious tone. He was surprised by a gloved hand turning his head to the right, making him tense at the contact, not really appreciating it. But he didn't move, guessing Medic was checking him. The Aussie could sens that the doctor was angry at him, he wasn't going to make it worse.
"Vhat happen vith your eyes?" he ask Sniper, examining a little more the eyes in question. "They are out of focus, as if you couldn't see me". Sniper only reply with a "I dunno". He wasn't really lying, he didn't knew how it happened, but he wasn't going to say why it happened, not when Scout was right next to him.
Medic finally let go of his face and stayed silent for some time. The anxious Australian could only guess that he was thinking about the situation. "Vell, seem like you are blind, mein friend, but why?".
"Snipes blind now? How come? How he gonna do his job?" Ask quickly Scout, his voice full of concern, not letting place for answer in between his question. Sniper felt guilty to make both of them worry so much about him. But in the same time, he was sort of relieve it happen while they were there. He could not imagine trying to find Medic without seeing anything. Sure, he could make his way toward the base with muscle memory, but he wasn't familiar enough with the base to do the same inside.
"I might know why" said a voice away in the room. Sniper just tense even more when he heard Spy voice, he didn't wanted him to make everything worse. "Docteur, I could explain everything to you" said the Frenchman "But I am not one to divulge secret" he add.
The room suddenly fall silent, which wasn't helping Sniper anxiety, since he couldn't know what was happening around him. It stayed like this for what feel like hours, until Medic was the one the break it. "I vant both of you out, I need to speak vith my patient".
Scout was about to protest, but was interrupted by what Sniper guessed was Spy grabbing him to bring him out. "We are going to have a little chat" he could hear the Frenchman say. "You better keep your mouth shut Spy" yelled Sniper toward the footstep "Or I'm goin' to kill you". He could only hear the Spy laugh at his affirmation, respond with "Bonne chance".
The room was silent again, some yelling from Scout still audible before they died away. Sniper could feel Medic look sever on him, before he could hear him rolling a chair near the bed he was sitting on. The silence subsided, until Medic finally ask what was going on.
Sniper didn't wanted to tell, but Medic was angry enough toward him, he didn't needed to make it even worse. He took in a breath, trying to relax himself. "I discovered Scout is my soulmate" he stated, thinking it would be more simple than turning around the answer like he did with Spy.
A slapping sound was heard before the German yelled at him "Are you kidding me! Then vhy are you doing zhis, you dummkopf". Sniper was out of it for some time, the slap surprising him. Medic wasn't one to really hide his way of thinking, but being a violent to make the message pass wasn't something he normally did with them. "Sorry" said Medic while Sniper was getting a little more focus now that the pain from the slap was going away, just making the headache worst. "I got carried away ".
"Vhy aren't you telling herr Scout?" Then asked Medic more calmly, sitting back on the chair he stand from a little earlier. "Zis is not like you couldn't contact him, he lives in ze same place as you" pointed out the German.
"You're goin' to find it stupid doc" respond the Aussie.
"You are already acting stupid" said Medic. "Don't tell me it is because Scout is a man".
Sniper did turn away a little, passing a nervous hand on the back of his neck. "No... and yes... there's other thing".
He could hear the man sigh, probably pinching the bridge of his nose like he often did when annoyed. "You need zo tell him" he then say, before adding so Sniper can't argue "Or else, I vhile send you zo respawn until you did it".
The room fell silent for the third time, The bushman shifting a little where he was sitting. He supposed he didn't really had a choice, he knew the doctor would do as he say. Plus, he couldn't stay blind and he didn't knew what would shut down next. He honestly didn't really wanted to knew what would fail him next. He then sigh "I will do it".
"Good" said the Medic, sounding happy about it. "I vill go get herr Scout".
Sniper was then abandoned in the room, hearing footstep exiting the place. He tried to calm himself, not wanting to panic. His hand wouldn't stay still, shaking lightly while he was trying to sit on the border of the bed. He was starting to think how he could bring it up to Scout, even if none sounded really good.
He turn toward the door – or what he supposed to be toward the door – when he heard running footstep outside, then someone coming in. Soon the Bostonian was again sitting next to his bed, probably in front of him, or close to that. "Got somethin' to say to me?" he asked once sit. "What they told me".
Sniper was frozen here, not really knowing how to let it out. All the things he came up with earlier were now nowhere to be seen in his head. He could only open and close is mouth a couple of time. He close his eyes, breath to calm himself. He could do it. He had to.
"Yeah I do" he started before pausing for some second. "But before... just keep in mind whot I got to say don't need to change anything". Scout must have been restraining himself from asking question, because he didn't hear him say anything.
"So... this might not please you and you might not believe me" he started, staying yet again silent for some second. "I'm your... soulmate" he manage to get out in a whisper. No respond, it wasn't good. His shaky hand were gripping the side of the bed, while he was thinking about something to say.
After some time, he could hear Scout laugh, which only confused him. "This is a really good joke Snipes practically believed you here". His laughter slowly died, as if he had look at Sniper who wasn't amused. "You're jokin' right?" he asked with nervous laughter.
Sniper hesitate, before he rolled up his sleeve until his left bicep was visible, the flower surrounded by circle presenting itself. "I'm sorry mate" Sniper let out, not sure what to say other than that. "I know it not whot you expected" he add while looking down. Silence respond to him, only making him more uncomfortable. "Like I said, nothin' need to change".
Still nothing, it was really weird of not hearing Scout right away. "You okay Scout?" he asked, not even sure if he didn't just run away.
"Y-yeah, sure... hum, I just remember, got somethin' to do" answer the Bostonian while standing to leave, not really leaving any room for answer, since he was gone before Sniper could say anything.
Sniper was then sitting alone on the bed. He could only note that his body had stop trying to make his life feel like hell. He wasn't really feeling better. Somehow, he knew the younger one wouldn't interact with him like he was doing before all this. Too late to take it back now.
For the days that followed, he wasn't allowed to get away from Medic side, even on the battlefield. The man wanted to make sure he was recovering, especially his eyes. They didn't came back when the sickness had disappear, but his eyesight was getting back little by little. It took some day before the doctor judge he was okay, knowing he would eat enough to gain back his lost weight.
Nothing from Scout side though, not exactly a surprise in his opinion, but it didn't change that it hurt. He could probably admit now that he loved to younger one, but he knew it wouldn't be return. Scout avoiding him was just the proof of it. Scout wasn't exactly subtly on that one, once he cross his pat on his way to the rec room and scout just ran away in the opposed direction.
It was probably two weeks now, Sniper had give up on potentially keeping his friendship with Scout. So he was drinking alone on the top of his camper, trying to think about something else. It was to say, the result were not conclusive, the Bostonian was still on his mind.
He tense when he heard footstep coming toward his camper, wondering who was coming to him when it was already a little pass midnight. He didn't moved, supposing whoever came would go if he didn't answer. He could hear that person climbing the ladder to the roof, only making him sight silently.
When he turned to look at who was visiting him he froze, blinking to see if his eyes didn't choice to trick him. "Hey" smiled a unsure Scout which was still on the ladder, only his head and shoulder visible. "You have some time to talk?" he asked.
It took quite some time for Sniper to answer, only making the silence awkward for both of them. He sits up, only making a sigh with his hand to indicate he could came up here with him, since his mouth didn't wanted to work.
They then sit in this awkward silence, both looking at the desert presenting itself before them. At some point, Sniper relax a little, telling himself that if Scout had come to him, it was because he didn't completely hates him now.
"I did some thinkin'" finally started Scout, still looking away. "You know, about the whole soulmate thing" he precise. Sniper only nod to show he was listening, not sure if Scout could see it.
"I'm gonna be honest, I was shock and angry at first" admit Scout. "'cause you know, everyone tellin' ya you would get some cute girl, marrying her and havin' kid, well it what I was told" he said turning toward Sniper, the Aussie nodding. He did had something like this too, even if his parents were on the 'it okay to not find that person too'. They were not soulmate, but Sniper could tell they were in love with each other anyway.
"So yeah, I was shock to hear ya were my soulmate and angry because it wasn't what I expected. Well angry too because you fuckin' keep that for yourself for like what, more than a month?". Scout sigh, seeming to calm himself not to get angry. "So yeah, after that I got... confused, didn't knew how I should feel about you, 'cause you know, I was seeing you as a friend".
He was talking in past tense, it was meaning he didn't wanted to be his friend right? Sniper did his best not to think to far of it. Scout wasn't finish. Well, Scout wasn't really letting him time to think about it either, since he was still talking.
"So I thought about it, 'cause I realize havin' you as my soulmate didn't bothered me that much in the end... it uh... even made me happy when I think about it". Now Sniper was getting his hope high, turning to look at Scout, still not talking. What could he say anyway, he didn't knew, he was happy and scared at the same time.
"Talk with Medic a little, since there was no way I was talkin' of that with Spy. The doc made me think about it, askin' myself about what i was feelin' for you". There was a pause this time in Scout monologue, as if he wasn't sure about what he was going to say next. He hesitate a little, before continuing "I'm still not entirely sure of what I figured out, but... I though that, well, I wouldn't mind... you know, tyrin' to be with you".
Sniper month just stay slightly open, still surprise by what Scout just said to him. He was okay with him? Or well, he was willing to try? He couldn't believe it and couldn't find anything to say in respond to that. His hesitation must have worry Scout, because the Bostonian started on how he wouldn't mind only if Sniper didn't mind.
"Y-yeah!" respond Sniper, surprising himself by how loud he responded. Scout did looked surprise, but soon smile, coming at him for a hug. The Aussie wasn't used to physical contact, even less affective, so it took him some second before he hugged him back. Though, he found himself to like it.
They stayed like this, this time the silence wasn't awkward, it was just okay for both of them to stay like this.
Sniper thought that in the end, he was happy to have found his soulmate. Even if it was a man. Even if he was very younger than him. He was happy right now and it was the only thing he could think of. He had the feeling thing would go just fine.