“This war is never going to end,” Hawkeye proclaimed loudly. “And you can quote me on that.”

BJ scoffed, waving his almost empty martini glass at Hawkeye. “Sure it will. Eventually they’ll run out of food from World War II.”

For unknown reasons, Hawkeye found this hilarious – far more than it actually was. He clutched his stomach and rolled around on his cot until he found out. And then of course they both had to laugh about that.

BJ was quite surprised when the laughter turns to tears. “Hawk?” he asked, setting down his glass and kneeling down on the ground next to him. “Hawk, it’s going to end.”

Hawkeye was still crying –so hard that BJ worried that he was going to choke. Eventually BJ wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his back and shushing him like a child. Hawkeye stopped crying after awhile, but BJ kept holding on to him.

Charles walked in, saw them, and rolled his eyes. “Oh, lovely. Should I go bunk with Max for the night?”

“Well, you are a leg man, Charles,” Hawkeye said in an exhausted voice, his way of letting BJ know he was okay.

Only then did BJ let go.