*SQUEE.*

Dude, I love it. Love the way that the tension based on what Rodney's trying to figure out rachets up and up over the course of the part, until he finally drags John up in the jumper.

Rodney can feel the difference in every muscle as John's small mouth curves up in a smirk as old as the man that Rodney had explored the galaxy with. The sheer joy John takes in flight, always takes in flight. The one place in John that no one should ever be allowed to touch.

This, this is exactly it. What makes John *John*. And it makes my stomach do a funny little loop to imagine that expression on John's face, the unfamiliarity and the familiarity.

The last line, though. It hit me. It's a perfect illustration of how Rodney feels -- Rodney, the man who in fanon whines like it's an Olympic sport -- for him to ignore a broken hand.