Pyro noticed that everyone was staring at them and quickly let Chemist go, helping him up.
"Did everyone else see that?" Demo asked. "Because if not, I think I'm giving up me bottle, that was just plain wrong."
"We all saw it heir Demo," said Medic.
Though his eyes were covered by a thick black plate of grass, everyone could tell that Chemist was glaring at them, "We grew up together, alright?" he said defensively. "Pyros my only friend and we haven't seen each other since we were kids; does anyone here have a problem with that?" Pyro had regained its composure and was also obviously glaring at everyone.
"Nien heir Chemist," said Medic quickly, his face relaxing. "It gets very lonely out here, and hier Pyro separates himzelf from de rest of de team." "It is understandable if he iz a bit over exited to see an old friend, ya?" he turned to the rest of the team, who had also relaxed.
"Sure, I'd probably go a bit nutty if I saw ol' Kingsley again, course 'es dead, but still…"
"After livin' with these bozos for a few months?" "I know I would lose it."
"Would be nice to see old hunting rifle again, first gun heavy ever had, made lovely bang."
Pyro relaxed a little, sitting down in its usual spot.
Chemist chuckled slightly, heading for his room.