After breakfast the next morning, BJ decided it was time to talk to Hawkeye about the previous night. As Hawkeye was dumping his tray, BJ gently grabbed him by the arm to get his attention.
"Hawk, um... do you mind if I talk to you in private?"
"Sure, sure. Is everything okay?" He asked, slightly hungover.
"Everything's fine, it's just, I need to talk to you about something."
BJ led Hawkeye outside and checked the swamp. Charles must have been in post-op because he was nowhere to be seen. The two sat down on their cots and BJ cleared his throat.
"You got a bit drunk last night."
Hawkeye rubbed at his temples. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
"Yeah, I came in here to keep you company on Valentine's day. Why?"
"Do you remember anything after that?"
"It's a bit of a fuzz, I know we talked for a bit. Why?"
BJ bit his lip and wondered if he should tell him.
"What is it, Beej?"
"Hawk, I know."
"Know what?"
BJ stalled for a moment and itched at his mustache. "You came out to me last night."