"Likely story." John snickers without doing more than glancing since he meets Mulcahy later in the evening and waving a little when he catches the guy's head turning in his general direction.

Refocusing on Hawkeye, John lets the chairs go for a second, just enjoying how comfortable this feels. It seems wrong, having something like this--normal, good, his. Friends, people like him, and he knows he's here for a second chance like fucking everybody else but he already showed he didn't deserve his. Not when he got Co killed--

"Thanks, by the way." he finds himself saying after a beat. "For this, the whole get together. Havin' me here...bein' my friend."

He ducks his head, absently reaching out to a nearby chair to adjust it needlessly.

"S' a dangerous thing to be these days."