He’s a bit of a leaky faucet as Radar tucks in closer, and Mulcahy welcomes him in.

“Alright.”

He feels a shift in Radar’s shoulders; follows his gaze back out to the snow. Right, enough of his own wallowing. He does plenty of that in his day-to-day, and a little more on weekends.

“He was a good, good man. He may not have been the most commanding of officers, but he was an outstanding commanding surgeon. He saved countless people. Not everyone gets to say that.”