The Medic looked up from his work at the sound of the infirmary doors creaking open. Even before his eyes focused, the hulking figure framed in the doorway was unmistakable. So was the curious way the big man tilted his head when he saw something that befuddled him.
"Ah, Herr Heavy. Is there something wrong?"
"Doctor," the Russian sniffed. "Did not think that you smoked?"
The Medic blinked in confusion for a second before he remembered the pipe clenched between his teeth. Chuckling nervously, he removed it from his mouth and tapped the bowl. "Oh, this. This is not tobacco." He took a quick look around the infirmary to make sure no one was watching but his doves, then leaned conspiratorially across the desk. "It is something much better!"
The giant's only response was to raise an eyebrow and cock his head the other way this time. The gesture was awkward and almost birdish, and one of many things the doctor found endearing in the other man.
Suitably endeared, the German stood