"I know."

Hawkeye cared too, but that didn't stop Mulcahy from sticking both feet in his mouth.

So he says nothing. Maybe he'd feel differently about crying if he didn't trip into it every day or so just trying to do his chores. Goodness, he didn't use to be like this. Well. He didn't use to be a lot of things.

He glances at Darcy. Fidgets with his hands in his lap, fingernails scraping one another.

"Oh, I don't know," he mutters after eight full minutes of silence. "It just feels like today is nothing new."