[The good thing about those bruises is that no one's brains are going to spill out because of them, and Hawkeye isn't about to get his own head kicked in by pressing his luck and offering a kiss to make them better. This isn't the Army; he can't just flirt his way through every problem. He has enough awareness to know that would be a danger he's not currently interested in courting. He's feeling the small adrenaline of being watched, anyway. And uh. It's enough to keep him sober, keep him in line.
"Sober", so to speak. He's aiming for a hefty nightcap.
He sniffs the food (habit), trusts the meat isn't rotten, and takes a bite. And he moa-- suppresses a moan, rolls his eyes upward the slightest bit and
"Oh my God" is pretty easy to lipread, no? If that fails, the OK sign is still universally American, right? Because Frank's getting both and "Dinner is divine, darling." --habits die hard what can ya do.]
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"Sober", so to speak. He's aiming for a hefty nightcap.
He sniffs the food (habit), trusts the meat isn't rotten, and takes a bite. And he moa-- suppresses a moan, rolls his eyes upward the slightest bit and
"Oh my God" is pretty easy to lipread, no? If that fails, the OK sign is still universally American, right? Because Frank's getting both and "Dinner is divine, darling." --habits die hard what can ya do.]