He no longer walks the brink between life and death, sanity and insanity, but teeters blindly, stumbling from side to side.
Hawkeye swims through the blood and booze, straining to catch BJ each time he threatens to fall.
The thin line grows thinner with each passing battle, each passing gun shot. BJ struggles to stay upright, propped against Hawkeye, as it mounts into a mountain. They ignore the fast fading line, fearing to fall if they acknowledge it.
They know BJ will teeter, until the line disappears altogether. For now he leans on Hawkeye, stable for a few moments more.