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Trapper wondered if Ferret Face felt it too, this unease of words unsaid. He would never understand the realationship between the two majors but the other man had to feel something for the blonde. He briefly wondered if the irritating man had said godbye before she set out for the front or if he was like him, letting the words die on his tongue. Not letting himself believe that this person he cared about wouldn't come back. Not that any of this mattered because they would be alright. Hotlips would come back to Ferret Face and Klinger would come back to Radar and Hawkeye would come back to him. He had better because Trapper would crumble if he lost Hawkeye. The man was his best friend, his support and he loved him, even if he could never say it. He couldn't contemplate saying goodbye, so he didn't. Even when Hawkeye tried too, the words had been for his benefit the talk of wills and death stilling Trapper's heart and stealing his breath. No he would save his words for when Hawkeye returned and maybe he would actually say what he meant. He would say hello because he could never say goodbye.