WTF is up with my music player?
*stares in horror*
Snip, snip, snippety-snip-snip.
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6.
Therapy must really be working for him, because Rodney doesn’t lose his temper or his mind as soon as he steps out onto the balcony for his sunrise workout and finds someone waiting.
It’s the *wrong* someone, so very, very wrong, and Rodney glances at the limp blond hair and the muddy brown eyes and wonders what he ever saw in someone so unbelievably young and so incredibly foolish.
It doesn’t take much for the low and angry conversation to devolve into a shouting match, and Rodney sends off whatever-his-name-is, David or Dennis, with a flea in his ear and a flounce in his step.
He thinks that he catches a glimpse of Ronon in the shadows, and forces himself to turn away and begin his breathing exercises. If Ronon wants to beat him into a coma or pitch him off the balcony, there's nothing Rodney can do about it anyway, which, really, gives an all-new meaning to the concept of resistance is futile.
By the time he looks up once more, Rodney's alone again.
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