A/N: Romance, asviewed from a third party perspective.
Mulcahy's Lament
He sits at the piano, playing the food of love. In the middle of the war people seek comfort in a human touch. They don't want words, or prayers and promises. They don't care about the greater good. You don't think about eternal damnation when you might be dead next week. So instead he plays for them, aiding as best he can the thing that soothes their souls. Sometimes, he'll catch the eye of a pretty nurse and smile, and wonder. What would it be like? To kiss, and forget. To be loved, and remember. To love, and feel alive.
