That grin is the most Father Mulcahy has looked like himself since Radar got here. He breaks into a laugh as the shakiness ebbs, and it's at least partly out of relief.

(Maybe Radar was a little afraid of being alone, too.)

"I'll make sure they're all good ones, sir," he says, beaming back at him. "Hey, you wanna go take those supplies over to Hawkeye's?"