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Friedrich’s relationship is a simple yet complex one. All Murdoc wants to do is make him happy, or at least as happy as he can be. If that means sex, hand holding, making food, enjoying a cup’a coffee - anything and everything.To simply put, Murdoc is a loyal dog and just wants to love and be loved (and get head scratches too cause fuck yeah head scratches).

The soldier’d spent the entire day at her grave. From the wake of dawn to the setting of dusk, Murdoc sat in the grass, leaned against the small tombstone, just talking. Hours and hours of mindless chattering of everything and nothing; what he’d eaten on a particular day, certain encounters with new and old faces, the massive dumps he was so proud of... Anything that came to his mind was spoken. If anyone had seen or heard him would have thought he was having a real conversation with how much effort he put into telling his stories instead of just talking to mute spirits. It was only when the shapes around him began to blur into darkness did he finally say his farewells. A simple, “love you” and a kiss to the cold stone was all he bid before taking his leave with a bitter sweet smile, leaving her with his usual bouquet of lavenders.

The further away he got the more he could feel the same suffocating pressure at his chest that had been haunting him in those times of darkness, but seeing the gifts left at his door lightened the weight. Taking it inside, he set the flower in his lap as he wolfed down the cold meal in a matter of minutes. With food out of the way, he sat down and took his time to read the short note, twirling the plastic rose between his fingers. It was a small gesture, but one that meant the world to him. With a feel of warmth in his chest, Murdoc set upon a new task.

BLU had lost that round by a long shot that day. His own performance was little better than ‘good’ but despite all his efforts, the Soldier’s team couldn’t seem to pull it off. The lack of presence from his team got under his skin, almost as if they’d given up before the round even started. Not that it bothered him much. It was just one of those days.

As soon as the round ended, the Medic seemed to turn tail and head straight towards the wards without a sound. Murdoc called after him, trailing behind for a moment, but stopped in his tracks. He knew his friend had heard him, but Friedrich didn’t even turn around or acknowledge his call. Maybe his friend was in a bad mood after the loss. More than anything, the Soldier wanted to make light of the day’s battle and catch up on the happenings around Coldfront while he was away, but it seemed like there was more on the Medic’s mind than he would ever know. Murdoc gave up for the moment, figuring the man needed his space and time.