"It's a watch." Hawkeye says flatly, slipping the box open.
BJ stares at his face, waiting for a reaction. "Your old one is broken."
Hawkeye struggles to clasp the watch on. "It's nice." He looks at his wrist a moment, before reaching for the clasp again. "But no thanks."
BJ blinks. "It --"
"The old one was a gift, last Christmas." Hawkeye takes in a shaky breath. "From Trapper."
It is then that BJ begins to understand. He moves over, taking the watch into his hand and placing it in his pocket. Sighing in defeat, he leans back.
"I see."
