Working in the hot sun, New Mexico could get pretty warm.
Unfortunately, Anon and Medic had to endure that heat. The two had been sent out into the borders of the base after a challenging match. To look for anything to store for Medic’s later research. He had brought some popsicles, it was a heatwave, after all.

“Ach, mein freund. I vould, but my hands are a bit busy.” Medic chuckled, hands occupied with the medical samples and equipment he had collected.

“Oh. Er. Do you want me to hold the popsicle for you?” Anon suggested, holding the treat out for him so he could eat it without having to handle it with his dirty hands.

He smiled, nodding. “Hm. Alright.”