The Medic had to admit that he was impressed. Not only had the Heavy somehow managed to get his hands on a dress in his size, but he also finagled the assistance of at least two teammates so he could squeeze into a girdle and even wore enough makeup that he looked like a woman if one squinted hard enough.

“Do not be sad, Doctor,” the Heavy closed the distance between them. “I can be wife for you. And I would never, ever leave you for stupid Demoman.”

He allowed himself a small smile. It was the thought that counted.