When Medic signed onto Reliable Excavation and Demolition, he promised himself that he would no longer hide who he was. After decades of being persecuted, hunted, shunned, and imprisoned by his own countrymen, a daring escape, and the beginning of a life of questionable morals and even more questionable legality, he had had enough. At this stage of his life, if anyone made a move against him, he had the means and the knowledge necessary to silence them permanently.
So when team chatter inevitably turned to their taste in women, he unabashedly admitted he was only attracted to men. He expected awkward glances, cold stares, lectures and possibly violence. What he hadn’t expected was a few nonplussed shrugs, to be asked what his type was, and later, the Heavy’s clumsy attempts at wooing him, and to fall so quickly for them.
Much later, after the doctor had finally given up and just kissed him, Medic wondered aloud why Heavy hadn’t just asked him if he was interested.
“Doctor is a classy man,” he’d replied, “is not the type to just ask, ‘Do you want me?’ Doctor deserves romance, and respect. I respect how you tell team, unafraid, how you feel. I knew then, I must do this right.”
And that was it. Medic was in love.