"Fine." *He sighs, resigning himself to the embrace for now. It can't hurt anything, after all. And perhaps... just perhaps... this strange little imp has its uses. As they stand there together, surrounded by the dust and debris of war, he begins to understand that sometimes, even enemies can bring something valuable to the table. Something like sugar and laughter and a taste of things outside his normal existence.

As the hours pass, The Heavy finds himself growing more accustomed to the presence of the Pyro Mercenary. It's still strange and unsettling at times, but there's also a certain level of comfort there that he hadn't expected. Perhaps, in time, they can even become friends.

For now, though, they have a mission to complete. With one last look of understanding shared between them, The Heavy nods his massive head and returns his attention to the battlefield at hand.