<blockquote>John grabbed the collar of his jacket, hauled him halfway across the table, rising out of his seat; but Rodney just met him square on, glitter in his eye practically daring Sheppard to swing, and John shoved him loose. "What the hell is your problem? I get this isn't bothering you. Congratulations. I'm glad you're so goddamn well-adjusted. I'm sorry I'm having a hard time dealing with the fact that we fucked three ways in front of the people I respect most in the entire galaxy."</blockquote>
