The BLU Medic… really didn’t know how to feel about Freddie.
He was loud, he was energetic, he was always smiling about something, but he also seemed to pick up on Medic’s discouragement of interaction and left the older man alone. Granted, Medic had to give him his mandatory physical (Freddie was in great shape), and Freddie had made soft small talk while Medic poked and prodded him.
“Those are some really nice starlings,” Freddie said as he watched the birds play around in a basin of water. “They yours?”
Medic was bust watching the needle on the blood pressure cuff and ignored the new Engineer.
“I’ll take that as a yes. The guys said ya had a thing for animals. The crab’s a little out of place, though. I mean how is he going to keep warm? Least the corgi won’t have to worry, but is it really a good idea to let him gnaw on his cage like that? I mean, he could really hurt-“
“Shut up.” Medic hadn’t