It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault nothing made sense- it wasn't his fault absurdity and insanity had been forced on him time and again from the time he arrived in Korea until now. It wasn't his fault that the moment the authorities in charge started making a lick of sense, they took it away. Wyatt, here, was almost authority. Hawkeye, hand still on the man's shoulder, still half-way pleading, wouldn't sock the man across the jaw though he should after hearing the stupidest shit he'd heard in... a while. The grin's vanished, and crestfallen was a generous description. "I'm a doctor- a surgeon." He explains again, because maybe the cowboy didn't hear him the first time. The other man was a veteran compared to him but he wasn't going to let this slip, though he very well should.
"I belong in a hospital, not in a-"
Whatever this was supposed to be, because of the people he'd been unfortunate to cross paths with, he'd been killed by none. Some death match.
He tightened his grip because he was trying to drive a point home, but he can't remember what that point was supposed to be. No, it was fine. He was used to being tossed to the front. He'd be fine, really. In a heavy breath he swears, "Damn." And he ducks his head and purses his lips and then almost immediately snaps his head up, lets drop the hand he had on Wyatt's shoulder (Fonda, he decided he'd call the guy, or Tex). Maximus had stepped into his line of sight, and second to noticing the prosthetic leg it was impossible to not notice the man's body. A wet noodle- that's what Hawkeye was in comparison to any regular enlisted man who could do twenty push-ups without breaking down crying. He was a worm compared to the beast.
When his brain caught up with him and delivered the line Maximus had spoken, Hawkeye would like to think he relaxed a little even if he didn't. Excited, the only cure was to make some noise. "Oh-hh," he sighed. "That's what you meant by havin' a partner. No, I live a strictly, simply single life, fellas."
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"I belong in a hospital, not in a-"
Whatever this was supposed to be, because of the people he'd been unfortunate to cross paths with, he'd been killed by none. Some death match.
He tightened his grip because he was trying to drive a point home, but he can't remember what that point was supposed to be. No, it was fine. He was used to being tossed to the front. He'd be fine, really. In a heavy breath he swears, "Damn." And he ducks his head and purses his lips and then almost immediately snaps his head up, lets drop the hand he had on Wyatt's shoulder (Fonda, he decided he'd call the guy, or Tex). Maximus had stepped into his line of sight, and second to noticing the prosthetic leg it was impossible to not notice the man's body. A wet noodle- that's what Hawkeye was in comparison to any regular enlisted man who could do twenty push-ups without breaking down crying. He was a worm compared to the beast.
When his brain caught up with him and delivered the line Maximus had spoken, Hawkeye would like to think he relaxed a little even if he didn't. Excited, the only cure was to make some noise. "Oh-hh," he sighed. "That's what you meant by havin' a partner. No, I live a strictly, simply single life, fellas."