Bosco and Murdock walk aimlessly through the camp, neither speaking, casually passing the bottle back and forth. The big guy still holds HM's wrist in his grip, gentle enough to be companionable, firm enough to reassure the unstable man of his solid presence.

Baracus knows that, once in a while, when Murdock's crazies get the best of him, Face and even Hannibal will hold his hand or wrap him protectively in their arms; B.A. doesn't think he could manage something like that, so he offers what he can.

"I want you to know that I get it, Murdock," B.A. says, finally breaking the silence between them. The pilot stiffens at the words but doesn't pull away.

"Bosc, you don't...," Murdock begins, reaching to take the whiskey with his free hand.

"Then let me tell you what I think and you can tell me if I'm wrong," the big man responds, cutting off any argument before it starts.

"I can see that it's hard, I ain't blind," B.A. starts, "she's your baby sister. "There's a guilty look to you, too... It was easier, wasn't it..? When you thought she'd been executed?"

"Fuck you, Bosco!" Murdock shouts, swinging at the big Ranger. B.A. still has his wrist, though, and uses the pilot's wild swing to twist him around and pin his spindly arms harmlessly to his chest, holding him from behind. HM struggles against the big man even though he knows it's pointless.

"Hey, Crazy, it's okay," Baracus' deep voice says into Murdock's ear. "I've felt that way before. You love your sister; you might even love some of the other people in her, too. I understand that, fool." B.A. maneuvers the squirming pilot and pushes him against a nearby deuce and a half. "I'm not accusing you of anything, man," he says releasing his friend and stepping back, his hands in the air.

Murdock spins, arms raised to fight. "Fuck you, Bosco," he says again, his voice breaking. "You don't know what it was like. You don't know what they're capable of. I don't... I don't..." Murdock falls to his knees, sobs wracking his lean frame. He clutches the forgotten whiskey bottle like a teddy bear.

"Shit," B.A. mutters, stunned by the sudden outburst. *(I am a bit, too)*

"Hey, Crazy, it's gonna be okay," Bosco drops down next to his friend.

"You don't know that," Murdock gasps through his choking tears.

"Sure I do, Crazy. I know that you're scared you can't handle her the way you used to but we're here to help you, man. We're a team, right? I know what you saw when she walked into our tent today," Baracus grabs Murdock's shoulders.

"You do..?" is the sniffly, muffled response.

"You saw all the worry and fear of your entire life before the Rangers walk right through that door. You don't have to do it by yourself, HM," Baracus finishes, holding Murdock at arm's length to look him in the eye.

"You never call me that," Murdock says surprised.

"It's your name, ain't it?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Murdock mumbles as B.A. hauls him to his feet and wrestles away the now empty bottle.

"Come on, Crazy."

"Hey, I have an idea," Face pipes up when B.A. and Murdock stumble back into the tent.

Hannibal looks at his XO curiously, "Go on."

"Let's figure out what we're going to do about the next mission. We can't just tell the General we need a rain check," Faceman states, looking around at his teammates.

"I've been thinking about that," Hannibal says carefully, beckoning B.A. and Murdock over, "have a seat, gentlemen, this could still be a long night."