Oh, yeah! Minami-kun loves Yuuri! Although I think he sees him as more of an equal now… Minami’s won his fair share of Grand Prix medals, after all! But Yuuri did make him feel comfortable enough to put on a few pounds, so he’s really grateful for that!
❝My sincerest apologies Doctor. I hadn't anticipated things would escalate to this extent.❞ The Spy took a hesitant step closer to his hurt comrade, keeping a fair distance from the other man.
There wasn’t much in the way of forgiveness that Medic could give with his jaw hanging open stupidly, drops of blood and drool dribbling out of the corner of a mouth he couldn’t close. A dislocated jaw was not the most attractive of injuries.
Medic could only imagine what he must look like right now, but given his history he had a pretty decent idea. Despite the thrumming ache throughout his skull, Medic still had sense enough to turn away from the spy, bringing a hand up to to cradle his cheek before waving dismissively behind him with his free hand, gesturing for the man to leave. Relocating was nasty business and his current state was embarrassing enough without him tearing up when he snaps his jaw back into alignment.
In all honesty, it was foolish not to have assumed this little charade would have ended in some form of fisticuffs. He and Engineer (well mostly Engineer), had been at one another’s throats for a while now. Medic almost rolled his eyes, bad mood finally setting in. It may have also been his own fault, but he was still more than a little peeved.