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Who: Rodney McKay & John Sheppard
What: A lunchtime catch-up!
When: Backdated to the 1st, ish?
Where: Olympia!
Warning(s): Neither of these characters have good social skills, really
John texts Rodney as soon as he's awake properly and showered, pulls on his panda t-shirt and a flannel shirt -- shrugs a loose jacket over the top.
He thinks that, from the way the text conversation had gone, Rodney is pretty okay with everything. Which is... good. It's good. He's not really sure why, on reflection, he thought he might not be. He supposes he didn't think that, in truth. Deep down, he knew it'd probably be fine. It's just something they'd never talked about, and his real fear was that somehow he'd alienate someone he desperately didn't want to.
Still, now that he's ripped off the band-aid it's easier to focus, easier to see how maybe things will actually turn out fine. Easier to give himself a reality check: he's not really Air Force anymore, Rodney is a civilian anyway, also he's Canadian. Also he needs to get over himself.
Right.
He's already ordered a cup of coffee for Rodney and has some tea for himself, sprawled out in a chair outside the little place he normally gets his lunchtime-breakfast. The tables are a little rickety, and it's close to the noisy marketplace, but the food is good and he knows Ianto has declared the coffee acceptable. So that's probably good enough for Rodney too.
Searching the crowds idly he spots the familiar shape of Rodney and flags him down with a wave, not bothering to sit up any straighter, and gestures at the cup on the table as he gets closer.
"That should still be hot."
The coffee, that is. He sets his tea down and suppresses a yawn, tugging a plate with what looks like some kind of all-day breakfast sandwich toward himself again.
"You want something to eat?"
Not that he can imagine Rodney saying no, but it's an invitation for him to decide what.
What: A lunchtime catch-up!
When: Backdated to the 1st, ish?
Where: Olympia!
Warning(s): Neither of these characters have good social skills, really
John texts Rodney as soon as he's awake properly and showered, pulls on his panda t-shirt and a flannel shirt -- shrugs a loose jacket over the top.
He thinks that, from the way the text conversation had gone, Rodney is pretty okay with everything. Which is... good. It's good. He's not really sure why, on reflection, he thought he might not be. He supposes he didn't think that, in truth. Deep down, he knew it'd probably be fine. It's just something they'd never talked about, and his real fear was that somehow he'd alienate someone he desperately didn't want to.
Still, now that he's ripped off the band-aid it's easier to focus, easier to see how maybe things will actually turn out fine. Easier to give himself a reality check: he's not really Air Force anymore, Rodney is a civilian anyway, also he's Canadian. Also he needs to get over himself.
Right.
He's already ordered a cup of coffee for Rodney and has some tea for himself, sprawled out in a chair outside the little place he normally gets his lunchtime-breakfast. The tables are a little rickety, and it's close to the noisy marketplace, but the food is good and he knows Ianto has declared the coffee acceptable. So that's probably good enough for Rodney too.
Searching the crowds idly he spots the familiar shape of Rodney and flags him down with a wave, not bothering to sit up any straighter, and gestures at the cup on the table as he gets closer.
"That should still be hot."
The coffee, that is. He sets his tea down and suppresses a yawn, tugging a plate with what looks like some kind of all-day breakfast sandwich toward himself again.
"You want something to eat?"
Not that he can imagine Rodney saying no, but it's an invitation for him to decide what.