Hawkeye hardly believes his eyes. Or his ears. "Beej!" He manages, voice strained from the coughing, and gets up. The bar isn't busy, so at least he doesn't have to fight anyone to get through to his friend, wrapping his arms around him. He'd been certain he wasn't going to see any of them again, ever.

"What are you drinking?" He asks, having left his own glass back at his seat, and it can stay there. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.

Then he cottons on to what BJ's said, and frowns at him. They hadn't said goodbye. Why would they say goodbye? The last time Hawke had seen his friend had been the Swamp- BJ had been writing home and Hawke was going out to the showers. "What do you mean, 'so long'?"