Radar isn't quite as convinced. But Edgar's words, the surety that reverberates under them like the clang of solid steel, the warmth at his shoulder... it helps. It arrests the really awful thoughts before they spiral too much farther, giving them a softer place to land.
You didn't know, but nobody else could have, either.
His nose has gotten so stuffed up from trying not to cry that he has to breathe through his mouth. Every exhalation fogs as thick as smoke in the cold air. Radar sniffles again, harder, and presses his shoulder a bit more firmly against Edgar's.
"I still hope Hawkeye can fix it," he says, lowering his voice like he's imparting a secret. (He kinda is.) "He's here from before it happened. For him anyway. So maybe Colonel Blake'll make it home to some other Illinois somewhere. I know it's askin' too much of Hawk but I hope it'll still happen somehow anyway."
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You didn't know, but nobody else could have, either.
His nose has gotten so stuffed up from trying not to cry that he has to breathe through his mouth. Every exhalation fogs as thick as smoke in the cold air. Radar sniffles again, harder, and presses his shoulder a bit more firmly against Edgar's.
"I still hope Hawkeye can fix it," he says, lowering his voice like he's imparting a secret. (He kinda is.) "He's here from before it happened. For him anyway. So maybe Colonel Blake'll make it home to some other Illinois somewhere. I know it's askin' too much of Hawk but I hope it'll still happen somehow anyway."