Radar leans against Hawkeye, unhesitating, and sniffles wetly. "Me too."

There's no accusation or bitterness in it. Just regret. He always pictured, whenever he finally met a girl, telling Hawkeye everything -- sharing all the things he loved about her and stories of all the dates they went on and maybe, just a little bit, a little kissing and telling so he could finally share that triumph if it ever happened. It was supposed to be a given that Hawkeye would be there to keep cheering him on. Now his whole future has shifted, opening up a chasm where Hawk's supposed to be and isn't.

Radar just hopes so desperately that he won't disappear from his life forever.

"I get why though," he tries to reassure him. "I do."