Such a mess
Everything is ruined.
Rodney's double-timing it, as John would say, to Radek and Rachel's room for some spare clothes for Radek. No undershirt, he'd said. Rodney almost hated to think why that was.
He steps into the suite expecting it to be different but it isn't. He quickly makes his way to the bedroom then to the set of drawers he knows from his previous visit to be John's. He grabs several pairs of boxers then moves on to Radek's side of the closet for a couple pairs of pants. He hesitates over the shirts, though, since he'd caught the beginnings of Radek's freak out over the clothes. Well...
Rodney drops the pants and just leaves with the boxers. He can always where John's pants--or the set of clothes he has in the group suite--and one of his own shirts. They'd be big, of course--Radek's the smallest of the group, despite being almost the same size as John--but they'd do. Everyone in the city probably knows what happened by now so they wouldn't say anything. He hoped.
He really hoped no one stopped him to ask why he was carrying several pairs of boxers. Rodney doesn't want to waste the time yelling at them, when he could be that much closer to Radek and Carson.
Finally, however, he reaches his private rooms and enters. "Hey."
Rodney's double-timing it, as John would say, to Radek and Rachel's room for some spare clothes for Radek. No undershirt, he'd said. Rodney almost hated to think why that was.
He steps into the suite expecting it to be different but it isn't. He quickly makes his way to the bedroom then to the set of drawers he knows from his previous visit to be John's. He grabs several pairs of boxers then moves on to Radek's side of the closet for a couple pairs of pants. He hesitates over the shirts, though, since he'd caught the beginnings of Radek's freak out over the clothes. Well...
Rodney drops the pants and just leaves with the boxers. He can always where John's pants--or the set of clothes he has in the group suite--and one of his own shirts. They'd be big, of course--Radek's the smallest of the group, despite being almost the same size as John--but they'd do. Everyone in the city probably knows what happened by now so they wouldn't say anything. He hoped.
He really hoped no one stopped him to ask why he was carrying several pairs of boxers. Rodney doesn't want to waste the time yelling at them, when he could be that much closer to Radek and Carson.
Finally, however, he reaches his private rooms and enters. "Hey."