TW: Period Typical Internalized Homophobia

Scunt: I wish I had your eye for detail! I'm going to be honest here, I didn't even think about their breakfast, I was just like, hmmm... what dumb foods to non-Americans eat? Also, quit reading my mind! ;)

Jeremy scanned his surroundings. On his left stood a golden field of wheat and on his right a forest. Jeremy chose to explore the former, on behalf of Sn- Mundy's warning about spiders in the woods, right before he kicked him out to clean. Around him the sun rose, indicating it was early morning. Speaking of the morning, Jeremy thought back to what had happened earlier. His face flushed. What if Sniper had woken up, what would he have done? He ran one hand through his hair and the other through the golden tassels. It was true he had a small crush on the Marksman for over a year. At first, he had just admired him from a distance and then it had just kinda grew from there...He had accepted just being friends with the man, but now unconsciously crawling in his bed? Jeremy waded deeper in the sea of reeds, despite himself. His face contorted into a look of disgust. Infront of him stood a dilapidated old hunting stand. As he pulled himself up the ladder, he could feel the shame welling in his eyes. He pushed open the trapdoor and sat against the musty wall of the shack. He had always hidden away his feelings and pushed them aside so well that facing them hurt. He buried his face in his hands and drew his knees into his chest. The feelings he experienced had always mortified him, he hated himself for it. Feelings like his weren't normal, even if Medic assured him, it was. He only said that cause he liked heavy. Gay men give gay reassurance. Scout spat at the biased advice. Besides, Medic wasn't even a real doctor! Shit he'd know about feelings, or the "pshc-pscocoglie" stuff he been spouting off about. Whatever. One small, repressed part of him hoped he wasn't alone in his feelings.

Mundy sneezed, wiping dust off the top of the kitchen cabinet. He watched the dust flood the air and settle, highlighted and suspended by the morning sunlight. Checking dusting off his chore list, he moved on to organize the canned goods. Among the cans of expired provisions, Mundy found himself thinking back to his housemate. There was a lot of things he knew about Sco-Jeremy, like his crush on him, or how hyper he could get, but not that he was a full-blown sleepwalker! The whole team knew, actually, about Scout's crush. It all started with Medic and Pyro. Medic took an educated guess and told heavy, who agreed, and Pyro would clap whenever they saw them together. Engie got suspicious from pyro's actions and asked Spy, which worsened his denial, poor bloke. Demo probably figured and Solly's as good as clueless. Mundy shrugged and grabbed another can from inside the cabinet. He chuckled, thinking about how Jeremy thought he was being sneaky about his feelings. He remembered how he had met Scout. It was right after 3rd or 4th match, Jeremy had come up to congratulate him, and they started hanging out together. Or more like Jeremy hanging around him, and him growing accustomed to it. A smile grew on his face, at all the crazy stuff they had done. It quickly disappeared when he pulled out another can of expired food. Soon he'd have to go hunting. Mundy's face brightened. He'd teach Scout to hunt! His eyes scanned over logos and labels, landing on a vegetable soup with a reasonable expiration date. He ripped off the lid and poured the inoffensive liquid into a pot on the stove, to get lunch started. He padded over to the front door. "Scout? Lunch!" "OK, coming!" At that, Mundy returned to the kitchen. The door opened and Jeremy sat quietly by the table. Mundy found it odd the runner was unusually silent. Sneaking a glance behind him, he saw the Scout wasn't looking like his usual self. "Hey roo?" "Yeah?" "While the soups still warming up could you go grab the record player?" "Oh man, really! Give me a second..." Jeremy's voice trailed off as he left the room. "Tom jones?" He returned, holding the player and his favorite records. "Sure." Mundy responded, stirring the pot with a smile. His plan to cheer the runner up was clearly working. In the living room the record player sprung to life. Mundy abandoned lunch to join Jeremy in the adjacent room. The recognizable trumpets of Tom jones's "It's not unusual" rang out, Jeremy's favorite song. "Wanna dance?" Sniper's voice interrupted. "Who, me?" Scout joked. Mundy rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna warn ya, I'm not the best dancer." Mundy admitted. "I could teach you, if ya want?" Mundy nodded and showed his canine teeth in a cheeky grin. "Just follow what I do, ok?" And so they went, Jeremy gracefully getting it down and Mundy clumsily doing his best to follow. "You weren't kidding, you're awful at this!" Jeremy laughed. "You can't say any cause you dance like a mad Sheila!" Their banter went on like this, till they collapsed in a pile of laughter on the floor. "Oh man, that was great!" Scout said near breathless. The two "friends" laughed some more together. All was well until, "Hey, do you smell that?" "Smell whot?...OH SHIT THE SOUP!" Mundy stood up and rushed over to the kitchen. "It's burn to a crisp!" He said in absolute disbelief at the scene before him. The soup, now debatable if it was even soup in the beginning, looked as if it would catch alight any second. Thinking fast, Mundy flipped the burner off and lifted the near molten sludge into the sink. "It looks like something Pyro would make." Jeremy said, poking the charred remains of their lunch with a fork. "Yeah." Mundy agreed as he opened the window for some air. "So what now?