Well here it is! AND it's my longest chapter yet, by about 1,000 words!

I haven't posted this in a while, but I do not own Band of Brothers. Also, this story reflects my own interpretations of the characters of the tv show. It in no way reflects the real men, of whom I have the utmost respect.

Also I've realized that for some reason I keep switching between numerals and spelling out the number of the chapter. From now on I'm just going to spell it out hahaha.

Chapter Five

That night found her in bed, staring at her clock.

It wasn't so much that she had insomnia, it was more that she was forcing herself to stay awake. Despite the fact that she had hidden her recent nightmares from her brother, having Adam sleep across the room made her feel more at ease. Now, with him gone, she was afraid to fall asleep. If she did, the nightmares were sure to come back.

Finally deciding the fresh October night air might do her some good, she bundled up in a thick bathrobe, sliding on her shoes before heading out the door.

This time she heard him coming. She turned to face him, smiling as her eyes adjusted to his figure.

"Miss Myeroff," Dick said as he came to a stop beside her. In the darkness she could just barely make out the outline of his face and the glossiness of his eyes.

"You know you're allowed to call me Meg," she teased, forgoing a greeting.

"Alright then Meg," he said with a shrug of his shoulders, "care to tell me why I've caught you out past your bedtime two nights in a row?"

The first response that came to mind was asking him how the hell he knew when her bedtime was. She decided to forgo that and instead chose to respond with her typical statement of not being able to sleep.

"What about you? Couldn't sleep either?" she asked him in return.

Dick shook his head, sighing.

"Nix is in a foul mood and his grumbling was keeping me up."

Meg instantly felt bad.

"I'm sorry," she said and he turned to her with a smile.

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault," he said but she shook her head, realizing he didn't understand.

"But it actually is," she said, earning a frown from him. "When you lot had to go on your afternoon run, Lewis and I ate our meals together and I began asking about him. Then I was foolish and brought up his family and..." she trailed off when she saw him nod in understanding. "If it's any consolation I felt horrible about it."

"He'll get over it," Dick said and Meg was slightly shocked at the harsh words coming from the kind lieutenant's mouth. "I just mean that by tomorrow he'll have forgotten and he'll be right back to bothering you," he clarified when he saw her shocked face. "Don't get too worked up about it. It's just how Nix is."

"Why did he marry her then, if he seems like he can't stand her?" Meg asked, turning to face the lieutenant. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Why are you asking?" he responded and she was glad he couldn't see her blush in the dark.

That was a good question.

"Myeroff!" the orderly shouted the next morning as he handed out the mail. Meg grinned as she reached for the envelope, pulling it toward her.

"Oo who's that from?" Muck asked, leaning across the table and pretending to try and grab it from her.

"A boyfriend?" George chimed in, craning his neck over her shoulder to try and read the front. Meg pulled the envelope to her chest with a laugh.

"It's probably just from Adam," she said as she glanced down at it. "Yep, from Adam," she told them as she tore the envelope, pulling the thin sheet of paper out. The first thing she noticed was that it wasn't coded; obviously the contents weren't overly juicy on details.

"Boy, if my brother sent me that short of a letter, I'd refuse to reply," Bill told her, obviously seeing the two lines of writing through the thin paper.

"Well he was just here two days ago," Meg shot back before her eyes skimmed the page.

"What's it say? Or is it super top secret?" George asked and Meg rolled her eyes.

"He just says that he's coming back Sunday morning," she said, leaving out the part about him complaining that he hadn't qualified for the one man mission (or "job" as he had called it) and instead was stuck writing past reports he had neglected to turn in. Leave it to her brother to not do his duties completely.

No one at IIA particularly loved writing reports, but it was part of the job. You planned a mission, you wrote a report. You completed a mission, you wrote a report. You failed a mission, you wrote a report. Then when you returned to base, you wrote a report including all your other reports and then handed everything in. Marco was very meticulous when it came to keeping reports on all his agents. Personally, Meg thought it wouldn't hurt if she and Adam forgot to do a couple here or there; their files were already too thick for just one folder.

"A whole week to harass little Meg with no big brother to protect her," George teased. "What trick are we going to play on her first?"

"How about that trick where you lot behave like gentlemen?" Meg asked, causing all the guys to look at her. "Or haven't you learned that one yet?" she finished and the boys laughed when they realized she was joking.

"Boy, you're gonna fit in better than I thought," Bill said, earning a smirk and blush from Meg.

"Miss Myeroff?" a voice asked and they all turned to find the same orderly who had delivered the mail standing there.

"Yes?" she asked, wondering what he could want. She hoped it didn't have to do with Sobel.

"Colonel Sink wants you in his office ma'am," he said and she nodded, turning back to her group.

"Duty calls," she said before giving them a joking salute and following the orderly out of the mess hall.

"Ah, Miss Myeroff," the Colonel said when she walked into his office ten minutes later. "How is my favorite agent settling in?"

"Don't let Adam hear you say that," she teased before walking over to his desk. "I'm fitting in alright sir. I'm especially enjoying the company of the men from Easy. They're a fine group of men sir," she added, hoping he wouldn't get the wrong idea and think she was being unladylike and unprofessional.

"We can agree on that," he said before sitting back down at his desk and motioning for her to take the empty seat across from him. "Miss Myeroff I asked you to stop in here today on a professional matter," he said and she nodding, letting him know she knew the conversation would be important. "I assume you're well versed on map reading?" he asked and she smirked.

"I'm fair sir," she replied, her smile disappearing when she thought of another person who was much better than it at her. Christian used to tease her for her lack of map reading skills when they were at the International Intelligence Agency Academy, or IIAA as they called it. After they graduated he admitted he'd only done it because he knew it would force her to study harder.

"Well see here Myeroff, we've gotta teach these boys how to read a Goddamn map of Europe before we invade it. Think you could help them out?" he asked and she nodded, eager to do something besides sit around.

"Of course sir, I'm willing to do anything to help prepare. If you have any other courses you feel I would be able to contribute to, please feel free to ask."

"I will," he said, seeming happy with her offer. "The first course on map reading will be this afternoon at 1400. I trust that will give you enough time to prepare?"

"Prepare?" Meg asked, frowning lightly. "Sir, am I teaching the entire course myself?"

"Lieutenant Jones was supposed to but he cut himself pretty badly yesterday afternoon doing God knows what and now I'm down an instructor."

"Well I'm pleased you felt I was worthy of the job sir," Meg said, internally panicking. What was she going to teach these boys in nine hours?

As soon as she was dismissed from the Colonel's office, she returned to her barracks at a quick jog, eager to look things over.

Grabbing all of her personal maps and tools together, she rushed off to the classroom the Colonel had told her was open all day. It took two trips to transfer all her things and after her second trip was finished, she tossed everything on a table and sat down to began taking notes.

"Oh Christian, I wish you were here," she admitted under her breath as she worked.

She hadn't even realized she'd missed lunch until some of the men began filing in. Rising from her seat, she quickly pushed all her things way, making more room for them.

"Meg!" a voice shouted and she turned to smile at Joe Toye. He was followed into the room by the usual suspects.

"You sittin' in on this?" Bill asked as they all took a seat.

"Not quite," she admitted, suddenly feeling nervous. "I'm teaching it."

Eyebrows shot up as every man in the room looked at her. Her nerves skyrocketed as she suddenly wondered what they thought of this. Sure, they all seemed to love having her around to hang out with, but did they necessarily want her teaching them skills she had known almost her whole life? If they were like most other men she had come across in this field, they would feel women shouldn't be telling them what to do.

"Good for you," George suddenly said and the guys around him all nodded somewhat slowly. Meg let out a breath of relief as she looked up and saw Dick shuffle in. He gave her a nod, telling her she was good to start.

"Alright then," she said loudly, quieting the crowd. "I'm sure all of you know of me by now but just in case you don't, my name is Megan Myeroff and I am an agent with the International Intelligence Agency. Lieutenant Jones was supposed to be instructing you lot on map reading today but unfortunately he is unable to be here. So, Colonel Sink has asked that I instruct you instead."

A few soft woops from the back of the room caused her to blush. Maybe the boys liked her better than she thought.

Over the next hour, Meg filled their brains with everything she felt a beginner's course should include. She showed them maps of Europe as a whole before breaking each country down and showing them more detail maps. She wished she knew more of the actual plans for their final invasion but she knew those were strictly confidential and even the men before her wouldn't know until possibly a few days beforehand.

"Well I think that's enough for today," she finally said when she felt she couldn't go on any longer. She was about to inform them that their next lesson would be more hands on but then she remembered the Colonel hadn't exactly told her she'd be teaching all the classes.

As the men began to file out of the room, she chuckled to herself. She felt like a school teacher,

"Nice job Meg," Muck said, stopping in front of her on his way out.

"Thank you," she said, sincerely meaning it. "I was so nervous, so I'm glad you thought it was good."

"What are you talking about?" Malarkey cried as he came up next to Muck. "It was great!"

She smiled at his enthusiasm before looking over Malarkey's shoulder and catching Lewis Nixon's eyes.

The two men seemed to notice her distracted look for they quickly said their farewells and followed the rest of the boys out, leaving the agent and the lieutenant alone.

Not knowing what to do or say, Meg turned and began busying herself with putting all her things together to carry back.

"Need help with those?" Lewis asked suddenly, stepping forward when he saw how much she would have to carry.

"I can manage," she said, wincing when she realized how formal their conversation seemed to be headed.

"Boy, I really messed this up didn't I?" he asked, and she couldn't help smiling softly at him.

"It's alright, I shouldn't have been asking such personal questions," she said but he shook his head, taking another step forward.

"That doesn't mean I was allowed to be rude to you," he replied, taking another step and coming to a stop in front of her. "Now will you stop being stubborn and let me carry your maps for you?"

Meg sighed before holding her arms out, passing over some of the rolled up canvases.

"Jesus, are these all yours?" Lewis asked as she leaned over and picked up a few more off the table.

"Yes," she replied as they turned and began walking out, both with their arms full of maps and map reading equipment.

"Well I guess it's a good think Sink picked you as Jones' replacement then," he said with a smirk. "I was afraid he was going to pick me."

"You are the intelligence officer," she said as he stopped to salute a higher ranked officer, fumbling with her maps in the process. "I should have just carried them all myself," she said as she struggled to try and help him get them all back together.

"Need help?" a much appreciated voice called out. Both people turned with smiles as Dick walked quickly over.

"Yes!" they both cried and he laughed before reaching out to take some of Meg's maps from her, thus allowing her to take some of Lewis'. "Are these all yours?"

"Yes," she said again as the three of them turned in the direction of her barracks. "Well," she suddenly decided to clarify, "some of them are actually Adam's, but don't tell him I used them."

Lewis laughed as Dick looked at her with a twinkle in his eye.

"Your secret's safe with us," he said and Lewis nodded in agreement.

When they reached her barracks, she led the way inside, tossing her maps on her bed before turning and directing them to set theirs on the table.

"So this is what it's like to be a spy," Lewis said as he turned and looked around the room, making Meg blush under his scrutiny. "Anything exciting in here?"

"I think you've seen it all," she said, motioning to the maps while thinking of how excited he would be to see her decoding journal. "Thank you both so much for all your help in carrying those back."

"That eager to get rid of us?" Lewis asked and she shrugged, embarrassed at being called out.

"It's not that. Don't you boys have some sort of training exercise to run?"

"So she is trying to get rid of us," Lewis said to Dick, the second man remaining serious as he tipped his hat to her.

"We do actually have to go run some drills," he pointed out, causing Lewis to roll his eyes and Meg to hold back a chuckle. She could tell Lewis sometimes got annoyed with how proper Dick always was.

"Well I'm sure I'll be seeing you boys later," she replied and they both nodded before heading out the door.

After settling all her maps back in their proper place, Meg decided it would be a smart decision to stop in and see Colonel Sink. She needed to let him know how the course went and she definitely wanted to inform him of her interest to keep teaching.

She enjoyed herself.

The next morning Meg walked to breakfast only to find all the boys heading in the opposite direction.

"Field exercise," Floyd explained as he walked by, noting her confused face.

"Have fun!" she called after them, smirking when a few raised their hands in acknowledgement.

Being practically alone on the entire base was weird to Meg. All of the men were out running a field exercise, including most of the officers. Deciding she should use this to her advantage, she grabbed her pistol and headed to the shooting range, eager to get some practice in.

Her morning was spent hitting target after target. After awhile it got boring hitting the bull's-eye every time, so after shooting off 40 rounds or so she decided to call it a day on that. Putting everything back in perfect order so no one would know she had been there, she turned and walked over to the equipment the men used to train.

"I could climb that wall in a heartbeat," she said to herself as she eyed the tall wooden structure. Then, making sure no one was looking, she took a running start and leapt, grabbing onto the top and pulling herself up.

In that moment she was glad no one else was around; it was much harder than it looked when wearing a skirt. Her feet slipped a bit before she finally found a good hold and was able to pull herself all the way over.

"Ha!" she cried triumphantly when she landed. "I'd like to see the lads try that in a skirt!" Taking a deep breath, she looked out over the rest of the training equipment.

Most likely the boys would be gone for hours. What would it hurt to try her hand at a few of the things they had to do?

She started with running through the ropes. Again, it was much harder in a skirt, but after hiking it up to her knees (and praying that no one saw her in such an indecent state) she was able to lift her legs up and jog through it rather quickly.

Climbing through the tunnel was harder. As her knee caught on her skirt again, sending her thumping to the bottom of the tunnel, she realizing she probably should have changed into trousers first. It seemed as if every exercise she did that morning would be hindered by her choice of dress.

As she rolled out of the tunnel, her eyes landed on the low netting of barbed wire.

She knew she shouldn't. After all, it would involve more crawling in a skirt, and through the mud. Still, she couldn't help but be tempted as she slowly made her way over to get a closer look.

"Easy peasy," she said to herself as she walked to the beginning and got down onto the ground.

As it turned out, crawling underneath the barbed wire was not easy peasy. Soon she was covered in mud and completely regretting her decision. However, she was already halfway through, so either way would take the same amount of time.

"Might as well finish it," she mumbled as she raised her head to check her progress. "Ow!"

As she tried to bring her head back down, she realized she couldn't.

"Damnit," she said when she figured out what the holdup was. Her hair was caught in the barbed wire. Reaching her left hand up, she tried to fumble with the tangled strands, scratching her hand up quite badly. When all she seemed to do was tangle the mess tighter, she dropped her left hand and took a stab at it with her right hand. It garnered the same result. As small trails of blood now dripped down both hands, she sighed and tried to turn her head. If she could see the mess, she could untangle it better.

"Damnit," she swore again when a piece of the barbed wire scraped across her cheekbone. She heaved a loud sigh as she returned to her original position and felt the embarrassment start to creep in.

It looked like she was stuck here until someone came along to help free her.

Luckily she didn't have to wait long. She kept her eyes glued to the road and as soon as she saw a figure, she called out to them.

The young private heard her, turning in her direction before running over quickly.

"What happened ma'am?" he asked as he kneeled down to assess the situation.

"It seems these things weren't created with long hair in mind," she said in an attempt to make light of the situation. "My hair's caught and I can't seem to untangle it."

The private eyed the mess warily, obviously unsure of what he could do to help her out.

"Oh just start tugging," she said with a roll of her eyes at his hesitation. "I can handle it."

Reaching up her own hand, it didn't take long before the two of them got the knot undone. Then the private watched her as she clumsily made her way to the end, giving her a hand up as she crawled out.

"Are you sure you're alright ma'am?" he asked and she shrugged, reaching down to try and brush some mud off her dress.

"Just my pride private," she admitted with a shrug.

"And your cheek and hands ma'am," he added and she looked down at her lightly bleeding hands before reaching up and brushing the scratch on her cheek. "You might want to go find a medic to help with those."

"Alright Private Sawyer," she said, glancing down at the name sewn on his jacket. "What company are you with?"

"Fox Company ma'am," he said and she nodded before thanking him and heading off to the base hospital.

How utterly embarrassing.

"Let me just put some ointment on your cheek and then you're good to go," the medic was telling her a while later.

She had walked to the medic station, only to find it completely void of anyone. With a sigh, she walked around the entire building in the hopes of finding someone who could help her out. Finally coming across an orderly who was rewrapping bandages, he took one look at her face and hands before heading off to find a medic.

He returned roughly thirty minutes later, a medic hot on his heels. Apparently he had made her injuries sound worse than they were.

"Miss Myeroff," the medic said, his voice having a soothing tone to it. She smiled guiltily as she held up her hands.

"I seem to have had a nasty run in with some barbed wire," she explained and he nodded, staying completely professional.

"Go ahead and sit down," he told her and she obeyed, frowning lightly at him as he rifled through a cabinet.

"What's your accent?" she asked, having never heard it before.

"Cajun ma'am," he said, not turning around. "I'm from Louisiana."

"I see," she replied as he finally walked over, a tube of ointment and some bandages in his hand. "Oh I don't need all that," she started to say but he cut her off.

"You've been cut with barbed wire ma'am, we have to prevent infection."

"Oh alright," she said in an annoyed tone. She was mostly annoyed with herself; the medic was just doing his job. If she hadn't been foolish enough to try going through the barbed wire, this wouldn't have happened in the first place.

As the medic began blotting ointment on her cuts, she glanced at his jacket, noting his last name was Roe.

"What Company are you in Private Roe?" she asked, hoping to strike up a conversation so the situation didn't become any more awkward.

"Easy Company ma'am," he said and she raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Really? I've never seen you before," she said and he chuckled lightly.

"I've seen you," he replied before continuing. "I like to keep more to myself," he then explained and she nodded.

When he had all finished up a few minutes later, she thanked him as he put his things away.

"I'm sorry I had to pull you away from your field exercise," she apologized and again he chuckled.

"Don't worry 'bout it," he told her honestly. "Sobel 'bout had us killed anyway. It's nice to get away from that mess, even for a short while."

"Boy, he must be really bad," she said and he nodded. "Well Private, thank you for all your help."

"Anytime ma'am," Roe said before she showed herself out.

Now if only she could make it back to her quarters before anyone spotted her and inquired on her injuries. Or her dirty clothes.

She had almost made it to her barracks when loud voices caused her to gasp and duck behind a building. A group of men she didn't recognize walked back and she held her breath, afraid they would spot her. When they had passed, she let lose the breath she had been holding and hurried the remainder of the way, leaning against the door as she shut it behind her.

Walking slowly over to her mirror, she surveyed the damage to her face, sighing when she realized just how awful she looked. Along with the two inch scrape along her cheek, her face was covered in mud. She looked like she'd spent the past few days fighting in the muddy trenches of Europe, not ten minutes crawling through a barbed wire training exercise.

She didn't even want to look at her dress. It wasn't exactly one of her favorites but she did like the deep blue color and the way it fit her figure. Hopefully the local laundry woman would be able to fix the damage.

It was a good few hours until dinner so she had plenty of time to get cleaned up and hope everything was less noticeable. The first step was changing out of her muddy clothes and into a fresh dress.

She used the water from her wash basin to scrub the mud off her face and arms, thanking God for whoever had decided to give them the luxury of a wash basin in their quarters. When she came to the conclusion that she was as clean as could be without taking a full shower, she decided she was decent enough to be seen in public. Grabbing her toiletries and a fresh towel, she headed off to the showers, hoping no one would be using them at this time of day. While most of the mud was gone from her skin, she could feel some of it matted in her hair.

A shower was definitely in order.

Luck was on her side when she got to the wash house. Not a single person was in there so she had them all to herself. Over the past few days, she had been given a specific time to shower and an orderly was sent to stand outside and make sure no one came in. Now however, she'd just have to hope that her good fortune continued.

Because of this, she took a rushed shower, stopping after she knew a good amount of the mud was out. While it felt nice to stand under the warm showerhead, she knew it was a risk she wasn't willing to take. Anyone could walk right in at any moment, and while there were separate stalls so no one would see anything right away, the embarrassment would still be there for all parties involved.

Just as she was buttoning up her skirt, the door to the showers was thrown open and a figure walking in.

Meg shrieked as she lifted her blouse up to cover her front. It wasn't so much that she was shy, it was more of a reflex.

Don Malarkey stood there, mouth agape and eyes wide before he realized what was going on. His hand flew up to his eyes and he turned so his back was to her.

"I'm sorry I didn't see anything I swear!" he cried as she used the time to quickly button her blouse up.

"It's alright Malarkey," she said when she'd finished. Walking over to him, she pulled his hand down from his face, chuckling. "I'm sure it's nothing you haven't seen before," she added cheekily and she smirked when she saw him blush.

"Uh..." he stuttered, not really knowing how to respond to her bold accusation.

Deciding it would be best to leave him in his speechless state, she patted him on the shoulder before walking past him, heading back outside.

That evening she again sat with her usual boys at dinner. It was so natural to sit with them that it almost felt like they had assigned seats. George to her left, Muck across from her, Bill on his left, and Muck across from George.

"So how was your exercise today?" she asked as they ate their food. She had learned to stop asking what the food was and just appreciate that it was keeping her full. Besides, she'd had much worse on long missions before.

"Shit," George said before wincing. "I mean it stank," he clarified, throwing her an apologetic look.

"Yeah, Sobel's gonna get us killed if he acts like that in combat," Malarkey added in, eyeing his plate. Meg had been watching him all evening and had a chuckle at the fact that he was avoiding eye contact.

"We're gonna be so obvious when we get out in combat it'll be like we're running buck naked," George said, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Speaking of being naked..." Muck started and suddenly Meg realized this trail of conversation had been George's plan. "We hear you had an interesting run in with Malarkey this afternoon Meg."

At that statement Malarkey blushed, shoving Muck in the arm but still avoiding eye contact with Meg.

"Is that why he's not talking to me?" Meg asked, feeling the need to lower the tension. "I thought maybe the scratch on my face was too horrible for him to look at."

"Speaking of which, where did you get that scratch?" Bill asked, picking up on her bait. Finally Malarkey looked up, locking eyes with her and throwing a kind smile.

"Didn't you hear? Sawyer from Fox has been talkin' about it to anyone who'll listen," George said and Meg groaned. Discretion was obviously not in these soldiers' vocabularies. "Our girl here was attempting some of our training exercises and her hair got caught in the barbed wire. He had to help her get out and then take her to the hospital."

"He did not take me to the hospital, I took myself," she felt the need to clarify, too embarrassed to make any other comments.

The guys laughed, including Malarkey, who felt more comfortable in this discussion.

"Thought you could be on par with us paratroopers Meg?" Muck asked and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm pretty sure I could leave all you boys in the dust," she threatened, earning a round of 'Ohs' from the table. "However it's obvious that particular exercise was not invented with women in mind. Perhaps if my hair were shorter, or if I were wearing a helmet," she finished before taking a drink of her water.

"So that's how you got the scratches on your hands too?" Bill asked and she nodded, holding them up so they could see better. She had taken the bandages off just before dinner, deciding that made her wounds look worse. The red lines were still very visible though, making her injuries very obvious.

"What about that mark on your shoulder?" Malarkey spoke for the first time, causing them all to look at her. Meg's heart dropped.

"The what?" she asked in a nonchalant tone, trying and failing to sound like she didn't know what he was asking.

"The mark on your shoulder. The one I saw earlier today when..." he trailed off, suddenly realizing what he was referring to.

"Oh…no," she said, hoping that would be the end of it. It wasn't.

"Where'd you get the mark on your shoulder from then?" Bill asked, prodding her. Finally deciding they weren't going to let it blow off, she sighed before replying.

"Spain, 1937," she said. Looking up, she realized she'd need to explain more. "I got shot during the Spanish Civil War," she told them.

"No shit?" George asked, seeming to forget his language.

"What were you doing in Spain during the Spanish Civil war?" Muck asked and his question seemed to be what everybody was wondering.

"I was working a job with my team," she said before realizing she'd have to recount the story. "I was 17 and we were over there in support of the Republicans. We were sent by a party who shall remain confidential," she finished and the boys looked at her.

"Why? That war's over," Bill said, as if her reasoning was the most absurd thing he had ever heard.

"Yes, well some things are meant to be confidential forever."

"But-" Muck started but Meg cut him off.

"I'm sorry, but I was sworn to secrecy on this one lads. I'm an agent, it's what I do. Some things I can talk about when they finish, some things I can't."

The boys seemed to contemplate what she'd said before finally nodding that they understood.

"So, shot in the shoulder huh?" Bill asked, and she nodded with a smirk. "Did it hurt like hell?"

"Not at all," she lied, grinning.

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Thanks to my only reviewer for last chapter, LovingBOBThePacific! Yeah, my sister's having a blast at college (I think). We're not really hearing from her very much so I guess that's a good sign haha. As for your fic, sure! Did you have a specific one in mind? I'd happily read anything. And yeah, I love hot headed men so I'm glad you like Nix as that haha.