"I had a stuffed bear once." Hawkeye confides, late one night.
Radar glances around, wary of eavesdroppers. "Really?"
Hawkeye nods and swigs down a drink. "My mother gave it to me for my first birthday. When I was six I made her put it on the top shelf. Claimed I was old enough not to need it."
It is here Radar blushes.
"Didn't take it down until the first night after she died. Slept clutching onto it, then woke up early the next morning. Buried the damn thing in the yard. Never wanted to see it again."
Radar nods, solemn.