Peter lands. Clearly, he is here to offer tribute. Co takes to her feet, steps forward...and waits.
PET HER, STRANGE JINGLY CREATURE. IT IS YOUR DUTY.
John looks at Mulcahy sheepishly, shrugging.
"Yes and no. It's--not anything Hawkeye can help with." he explains, already figuring he might try to mention it. "It's...I don't usually have a problem at these things, I'm just not used to--being a good host, I guess. Nerves are kinda shot."
He hesitates, then sighs, reaching for his water again. He takes a very small sip--very small.
"I...it's fine at home, in private. I make food here at the house and no issue, but eating or drinking in public, it's...I can't. Either I can't get it down or I'll bring it up. Freaks me out. It's gotten a little better--I can snack a little at poker night, I...managed, a couple times. Drinking in other places."
He thinks of Sam, over the winter holiday, and sharing swigs of his flask while making snowmen with little Lou. His throat gets so tight that it takes a second before he can talk again.
"But those are exceptions. Not the rule." he continues. "It's...the reason I went to prison. Looking for something to eat. Food's been a problem ever since."
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PET HER, STRANGE JINGLY CREATURE. IT IS YOUR DUTY.
John looks at Mulcahy sheepishly, shrugging.
"Yes and no. It's--not anything Hawkeye can help with." he explains, already figuring he might try to mention it. "It's...I don't usually have a problem at these things, I'm just not used to--being a good host, I guess. Nerves are kinda shot."
He hesitates, then sighs, reaching for his water again. He takes a very small sip--very small.
"I...it's fine at home, in private. I make food here at the house and no issue, but eating or drinking in public, it's...I can't. Either I can't get it down or I'll bring it up. Freaks me out. It's gotten a little better--I can snack a little at poker night, I...managed, a couple times. Drinking in other places."
He thinks of Sam, over the winter holiday, and sharing swigs of his flask while making snowmen with little Lou. His throat gets so tight that it takes a second before he can talk again.
"But those are exceptions. Not the rule." he continues. "It's...the reason I went to prison. Looking for something to eat. Food's been a problem ever since."