[Ah, well, brains at half mast and he still knew he'd strike out. The rejection can't sting when she's laughing out loud that way, and Hawkeye finds himself tickled too-- it is, pleasantly, not such a difficult feat. He can't hold a lick of stoicism together and he drops his hand from running it through her blonde hair to just rest it on her shoulder.
A circus might just be the only place that'll take him if papers and records followed him to this place. He tries not to look too... contemplative, all of a sudden, but c'est la vie and when's the last time he'd been in control over his feelings, really?] Who's Jack? You can't keep dropping his name like that and not spill.
He's not your, uh. [Vague... hand gestures...] Doctor friend, is he?
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A circus might just be the only place that'll take him if papers and records followed him to this place. He tries not to look too... contemplative, all of a sudden, but c'est la vie and when's the last time he'd been in control over his feelings, really?] Who's Jack? You can't keep dropping his name like that and not spill.
He's not your, uh. [Vague... hand gestures...] Doctor friend, is he?