"Yeah." He rubs the back of his neck. "I'll try."

Way easier said than done, but. Radar's done harder things than this, right? Tricking his brain into really believing it when Dahlia says she wants to stick around -- no way that's tougher than a big push hitting the 4077th. Right?

Maybe.

But when he says, "Thanks, Edgar," it's with a full and earnest sincerity. "I mean it. I don't got a lot of people I can talk to this stuff about anymore."