Honestly, Radar wouldn't've minded. Hearing Mulcahy say something a little hokey would've felt like being home, with the Father he used to know comforting him in the snow. But Mulcahy isn't that guy anymore, and... what he's saying is still a comfort, in its way. The admission that he doesn't know what to say feels like a wisp of fresh, cold air whisking aside the stink of the OR.

"Yeah." He twists his hand a little so he can squeeze Mulcahy's fingers back. "I guess even if they're not here, at least they're not still there, neither. But..."

Oh, if a priest doesn't know what to say, Radar's got no hope of figuring out what he oughta say, either. Except for the important part:

"I'm so glad you made it out so I get to see you, too."