It was around one in the morning when RED's spy, Fontaine, was woken by strange noises. He yawned angrily and grabbed his cigarette case from his nightstand. He walked out of his room and followed the sounds to the intelligence room. Fearing an enemy spy, he pulled his knife from the holster on his pajama pants and cloaked. He pressed his back against the wall and quickly made his way to the end of the hall on his left. But as he peaked around the corner, he realized the sounds were coming from someone crying. They sobbed and groaned out of sadness. Fontaine let down his guard and uncloaked.

"Bonjour...?" He said, looking for the source of the crying. He finally walked out into the open of the room and saw RED's medic, Conrad, with his head pressed against his arms on the intelligence room desk. He was crying uncontrollably, letting out more sobs and short breaths. In one hand he gripped a plastic spoon. A tub of what appeared to be ice cream sat on the desk, along side a single piece of paper. Fontaine stood very confused before he said something. "Conrad? What on Ear-"

"Lass mich in Ruhe, Fontaine!" The German cried at him. He looked at the spy with a red, tear-streaked face. His teeth were clenched together and his eyes showed a clear sign of depression. Fontaine walked over to the medic and sat on the desk.

"What's wrong, mon cher ami?" He asked, placing a hand on Conrad's shoulder. The medic glanced at the paper. When Fontaine picked it up, he realized it was a note. On it, in small, rough lettering, was the following:

Dear doktor,

You are very nice man and I like you a lot. But I do not think this will work out. We should not see each other anymore. I hope doktor does not get mad.

-Aleksandr

"Oh... my..." Fontaine said, putting the paper back on the desk. He glanced at Conrad to see him shovel some of the ice cream into his mouth and wipe his mouth while still madly crying. Fontaine frowned and did a little face-plant.

"Mein Heavy has broken up vith me!" He groaned. Fontaine felt his face heat up with anger, but remained calm for Conrad's sake. He reached out a hand and gently stroked the medic's hair.

"It's okay, Conrad. That giant fool doesn't deserve you anyway." He told him. Conrad ignored him and shoved another spoonful into his mouth. It seemed to be working and Conrad began to stop crying. He did, however, push Fontaine's hand away from him. After he wiped his eyes, he stood up and walked around the desk to sit next to his friend. Fontaine took this chance to put an arm around the medic's shoulders.

"It hurts, Fontaine. My heart feels..." Conrad paused for a moment, "I want pyro."

"Pyro?" Fontaine asked, shocked. Why would he want that flame-throwing idiot?

"Pyro alvays makes me feel better..." He said, knitting his fingers together and resting them on his lap. Fontaine would do anything to see his medic happy, so he removed his arm from his shoulders and got up.

"I'll go see if it's awake." He mumbled before walking back to the hallway where all the team mates rooms were. He knocked on the pyro's door and waited for a response. The masked annoyance opened its door. It wore a nightcap on its head and a over sized shirt. After making a few angry noises, Fontaine explained Conrad's situation. After hearing the medic wanted to see it, the pyro make a rushed noise and pushed past the spy, hurrying down the hall. When Fontaine made it to the intelligence room, he was greeted with the sight of the pyro sitting next to Conrad, both its arms around him and its head resting against his shoulder. Conrad had the ice cream bin again and was eating more of the chocolate stress reliever. Fontaine sat next him and put his arm back around the medic's shoulders.

"Thank you both..." He muttered, his mouth full of ice cream. Fontaine smiled and leaned over to place a kiss on Conrad's cheek, making him flinch a little.

"Your welcome, Conrad..." He purred, the pyro humming in agreement.