"Now that you come to mention it --"
"I didn't." BJ breaks in, flatly.
A cough. "You said --"
BJ looks away, a hint of disgust on his face. "You hear what you want, and disregard everything else." Biting back his anger, he stands up, reaching for the still.
Hawkeye is silent for a moment. "I didn't --" He pauses, and starts again. "I'm sorry."
Slowly, BJ turns around, eyes searching. "Do you even know what for?"
The absence of answer is answer enough.
"I thought so." He turns his back on Hawkeye, muttering beneath his breath. Carefully, he leaves.
