When he had told her he needed to leave, Fever had nodded through everything he wanted to tell her, before just holding his hands and telling him to do what he had to do. They'd figure it out at Town Hall - they always have. Really, she thinks he needs more time to grieve, but asking Radar to stop when this might be the only thing that helps feels unfair.

So, instead, there are things she can do in the places he's not looking. Others that come to the ranch, sorry for the loss, and offering their time and extra hands to help out. Asking what'll be needed in the near future and making plans for summer. Some bring food, knowing he's probably been busy enough to barely scrape together a meal for himself, for the others there. Soft assurances, that they'll manage together.

Our Radar, Margaret had said months ago, and Fever had felt a small bloom in her chest for how true the words were. Their Radar works himself to the bone trying to help everyone else. Now it's time to repay the favors done.

And when she has a free afternoon, Fever makes her way out there, not announcing her presence, but simply showing up and looking for him. No words need to be exchanged before she finds him, gathering him into her arms for an embrace.