<blockquote>But then Rodney would stand close to him, or be unexpectedly kind, or do something stupid and heroic, and John’s entire body would shout him, that one, Rodney McKay, him. Like the world was a candy store where John could just point and say I’ll have the genius with the big blue eyes and Rodney would be his with a bow on.
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John did not ask to sprain his ankle, to be reassigned to the best quarters in Atlantis, or for Rodney McKay to become his new neighbor. But that’s what happened. Post-series.
Here’s wishing callunavulgari a very Merry Christmas. She gave me a detailed letter with lots of avenues to explore. I was struck by “domesticity” and “a slow, lazy kind of jam that just makes me happy.” Here’s my attempt at that. <3</blockquote>
➤ aaahhhh I love it
