Next snippet.
This is only the working title, by the way. Eventually, I'll come up with something better.
I hope.
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When the Daedalus comes for its regular twelve-week visit, Rodney contemplates returning to Earth.
But then Ronon snarls silently at him in the hallway, as if he *knows* exactly what Rodney’s considering, and why, and Rodney holds his breath and slinks away, face burning with shame.
Later, as he’s meticulously shredding his bedcovering into its component threads, sorting them neatly by color, length, and then by quality, he decides that this whole therapy thing must be doing *something* for him.
It’s the first time in his life he can remember acknowledging that physical escape is a singularly non-productive solution to his emotional problems.
Besides which, Rodney tells himself dully, he doesn’t *deserve* to take the easy way out.
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I hope.
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When the Daedalus comes for its regular twelve-week visit, Rodney contemplates returning to Earth.
But then Ronon snarls silently at him in the hallway, as if he *knows* exactly what Rodney’s considering, and why, and Rodney holds his breath and slinks away, face burning with shame.
Later, as he’s meticulously shredding his bedcovering into its component threads, sorting them neatly by color, length, and then by quality, he decides that this whole therapy thing must be doing *something* for him.
It’s the first time in his life he can remember acknowledging that physical escape is a singularly non-productive solution to his emotional problems.
Besides which, Rodney tells himself dully, he doesn’t *deserve* to take the easy way out.
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