Radar keeps frowning, puzzled. Sure, he noticed, but he kind of figured it was like -- well, like Hawkeye sleeping around with all the nurses, honestly. Not great, but none of his business. And he's got no idea how something like that could be beneficial and not just end up with everybody jealous and yelling at each other.
...Though pretty much every nurse who went on a date with Hawkeye knew what he was like before long, right? So... so maybe this really isn't that different. Everybody knowing and being okay with it. It's just kind of a funny way of going about things, like everybody's got something a little funny about them.
Halfway through Dahlia's explanation, one of the cafe staff deposits their drinks on their table. Radar switches to fiddling with the straw of his lemonade.
Which, unfortunately, means that when she gets to the last bit --
It's not the other shoe dropping. It's an anvil right on top of Radar's head. His eyes bug out, he makes a funny strangled noise in the back of his throat, and he fumbles the straw so hard that he knocks his whole glass over the table.
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...Though pretty much every nurse who went on a date with Hawkeye knew what he was like before long, right? So... so maybe this really isn't that different. Everybody knowing and being okay with it. It's just kind of a funny way of going about things, like everybody's got something a little funny about them.
Halfway through Dahlia's explanation, one of the cafe staff deposits their drinks on their table. Radar switches to fiddling with the straw of his lemonade.
Which, unfortunately, means that when she gets to the last bit --
It's not the other shoe dropping. It's an anvil right on top of Radar's head. His eyes bug out, he makes a funny strangled noise in the back of his throat, and he fumbles the straw so hard that he knocks his whole glass over the table.