He's proud of himself for not buckling. The momentary panic has drained away, and honestly, Radar feels a little wobbly himself without the immediate adrenaline propping him up. But he still doesn't fold; he just nods, looking up at Mulcahy.

"Yeah, Vickie told me a little about that, too." Still quiet, but steadier. "If I couldn't do much crying for six years straight I'd wanna cry for weeks once I could again. It's okay, Father, really."