Mulcahy can't help the smile splitting his face as Hawkeye squishes him in, oh God he missed him so much.

"You don't need to tell me twice," he quips as he turns to dive into his food. Real food, fresh food, not canned or dreamed up by an impossible pocket in between universes. Do not mind the possibly impolite noises he makes while he does so. It's been a long time.