Umm... a little one shot I wrote. I hope it helps you feel better. *hugs*
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“Something’s bothering you.” John stuffed his hands deep in his pockets and waited. He nodded slightly at the sound of Ronon’s typical and non-committal grunt. “Don’t want to talk about it, huh?”
Another grunt.
John’s brows quirked. “So, something really is bothering you.” He knew he was close to the mark when the grunt took on a note of annoyance. “You really should get it off your chest, you know.”
The grunt turned to a growl.
John lifted a placating hand. “Okay, all right, I get it. You don’t want to talk. I’m not going to force you…” his brows furrowed, “not that I think I could anyway….” He turned and started to walk away.
“Sheppard.”
John smiled briefly before forcing a neutral look to his face and turning around. “What?” His brows arched in feigned innocence; a look he immediately knew Ronon didn’t buy.
“Why are you doing this?” Ronon crossed his arms and stared back.
John cleared his throat quietly. “Because everyone needs to unload once in a while.” He smiled slightly at Ronon’s neutral grunt.
“Maybe you’re right,” Ronon answered quietly.
John sauntered back to the tall Satedan. “Wanna talk about it?”
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Date: 2010-01-24 10:54 pm (UTC)----------
“Something’s bothering you.” John stuffed his hands deep in his pockets and waited. He nodded slightly at the sound of Ronon’s typical and non-committal grunt. “Don’t want to talk about it, huh?”
Another grunt.
John’s brows quirked. “So, something really is bothering you.” He knew he was close to the mark when the grunt took on a note of annoyance. “You really should get it off your chest, you know.”
The grunt turned to a growl.
John lifted a placating hand. “Okay, all right, I get it. You don’t want to talk. I’m not going to force you…” his brows furrowed, “not that I think I could anyway….” He turned and started to walk away.
“Sheppard.”
John smiled briefly before forcing a neutral look to his face and turning around. “What?” His brows arched in feigned innocence; a look he immediately knew Ronon didn’t buy.
“Why are you doing this?” Ronon crossed his arms and stared back.
John cleared his throat quietly. “Because everyone needs to unload once in a while.” He smiled slightly at Ronon’s neutral grunt.
“Maybe you’re right,” Ronon answered quietly.
John sauntered back to the tall Satedan. “Wanna talk about it?”
Ronon looked at John and smiled in gratitude.
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*hugs* sweetie!