"Sarcasm is not your strong suit." BJ mutters, sardonically.
Hawkeye hardly looks up, entranced by the swirling gin before him. "I like to think it suits me rather well."
BJ disregards the flippant retort, loudly shuffling the letter before him so his meaning cannot be lost.
Hawkeye coughs and looks away. He hears the meaning loud and clear. Briefly, he considers asking Beej to stay, to never leave him behind, but he knows that isn't fair of him, and buries the urge under blood and alcohol.
A moment passes in silence, and he resumes staring into the glass he holds.