BJ approached Peg as she was cooking dinner the next day. He leaned against door frame and watched his wife as she moved around the kitchen. Her ruffled blue apron matched her eyes, he realized. Why hadn't he realized that before? He sighed, unsure how to start this conversation.

Before he could say anything, Peg spoke. "You miss him, don't you?"

BJ started to deny her words, but he had promised himself he wouldn't make things worse by lying to her. "Yes."

"You look exhausted." Peg focused on the potatoes she was peeling.

"I thought I'd take a few days off and fly to Maine. Maybe a change of scenery will help." BJ didn't know which words were the right ones to explain the plane ticket he had purchased that day. He just knew he couldn't take off to visit Hawkeye without at least attempting to explain.

"Fine."

"Peg, I-"

"BJ Hunnicutt. Do not even attempt to explain this. Just go and figure it out." Peg's face was completely still, but her voice carried an edge of bitterness that hurt BJ.

BJ drew a breath. He knew Peg was letting him off easy for now, but he couldn't imagine what he was supposed to figure out. He knew she wouldn't make it easy on him forever, either. Eventually she would expect him to act like the husband he had vowed to be on their wedding day.