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incomingchoppers) wrote2024-05-17 04:41 pm
incomingchoppers) wrote2024-05-17 04:41 pm
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Maybe it's not like Hawkeye so much after all. More like... well, there's stuff Radar talks about with Hawk that he'd never ever talk about with Colonel Potter or Father Mulcahy. And things he'd talk about with the Father he'd never say to his other friends or his CO. Enlisted guys like Klinger will know what Radar means when the officers don't; if he's got a question for a nurse, he's not gonna go to a doctor instead.
Maybe that's all this is. Except that you're dating everyone instead of just friends with them.
He gnaws his lip as he thinks it through. It still feels -- oh, he doesn't know. It really is a lot. He feels weird and squirmy picturing himself in this kind of situation, but... but it doesn't feel all bad. Does it?
Tentative, he says, "Can I think about it more? I, I mean, even with all the other stuff you're my boss on top of that too, and I dunno if that's, um. If you're worried about that at all. But -- " In a burst of courage, he squeezes her hand and makes himself really hold her gaze. "I really like you a lot, too, you know? You're one of my favorite people here."
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If he says no, then that's probably for the best, really. He'd be better with someone gentle like him. He just got out of a war, after all. But maybe, just maybe, when the truth all comes out, he'd remember a monster who wanted to help him because he was gentle. And if not, then Dahlia can at least live in the solace of this moment. Of telling him what she feels and what she wants.
"Take all the time you need. And if there's anything else I can tell you that'd put your mind at ease--- I'll do my best to answer any questions. But there's no pressure, and no hard feelings. Alright?"
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Radar laughs, a little giddy, and keeps riding the wave of his bravery: he wraps her hand in both of his, beaming. "All right, yeah," he agrees. "Yeah, if I think of anything I wanna ask while I'm thinking about it, I'll tell you, okay?"
Wow. She feels the same way. A tiny part of him still wonders about a whole lot more than just the dating part: is this real, is she making fun, why him when there's a thousand other guys she could be interested in? But. It sure does feel real.