"I never say goodbye." Hawkeye confides, late one night. "My mother, Trapper, even Frank." He reaches for the scotch bottle. "Dad was in a delivery when I left for this lovely resort." He roughly takes a swig, wincing. "I'm beginning to think it's me."
BJ grabs the bottle. He expected this the moment he saw the mail arrive. He watched as Hawkeye's hopes were dashed again, and strained to forget his own pain at the sight of his stack of letters marked Mill Valley.
"I'll always say goodbye." BJ whispers.
"I know." Hawkeye smiles, his wounds beginning to heal again.