Dated June 13th, After McKay's Party

[agent_dean]

They had found the abandoned hut easily and thankfully, whoever had occupied it before had even left a bed and some covers. After getting Austin settled, Brendan had gone outside to find Ronon dozing under a tree, rather than gone altogether like he'd expected. The walk back to New Atlantis had been quiet but amicable enough, with Brendan tossing

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[rdex]

Ronon just grunted as he sat himself down on his leaf-stuffed bed, keeping the handkerchief close to his neck. Stupid terminator, who said he could bite? "What are you going to do?" Ronon asked, but it was apparent enough when Brendan had grabbed the first aid kit and a bowl. Great.

"Fine." Brendan was no Dr. Keller, but Ronon guessed he would have to do. Ronon then shifted himself around on his bed and flopped himself down on his back. It was standard infirmary procedure anyway. He was pretty sure Brendan knew what to do.

[agent_dean]

"I'm just going to clean the area so it doesn't get infected. Do you have any idea how dirty the human mouth is?" Brendan waited for Ronon to lie still before he leaned and took the handkercheif from him, pulling it away from the wound slowly even though it seemed to want to stick there.

The teeth marks were very evident and pretty bloody, and Brendan grimaced. That really must have hurt. "Why do you two hate each other so much anyway?" Brendan put the handkercheif aside and opened the first aid kit, taking out the small face towel he had stored there. He soaked it in the water and wrung it out before he dabbed lightly at the wound.

[rdex]

Ronon had no idea about the average human mouth, but figured that Austin's mouth was probably one of the nastiest. It had felt that way anyway. Ronon just looked at Brendan at that, hardly flinching when he had pulled the handkerchief away.

"He bothers me," Ronon supplied, as Brendan dabbed at his neck with the cloth. It felt soothing yet stung at the same time. Ronon hurt a lot all over, actually, but he wasn't exactly in agony. He mostly felt good, having at least gotten away with beating Austin up for awhile. The alcohol probably helped.

[agent_dean]

"Kinda got the impression you bothered him, too." Brendan's eyes flicked up to Ronon's face briefly, a small smile dancing around them. "You smell like beer." He continued to wipe lightly at the wound, cleaning most of the blood away although some still continued to seep slowly out.

The truth was that Ronon smelt like more than just beer: he also smelt like blood, and dirt, and very faintly - vomit. Even after Ronon had tossed away the shirt Austin had thrown up all over, Brendan could still detect a faint whiff of it on Ronon's bare chest. Which was rather ... manly and exposed at the moment. Darn Ronon.

Brendan rinsed out the towel in the water and wrung it out once more before reaching for the disinfectant. "I'm going to disinfect the wound now," he said, dampening the cloth with it. "It'll probably sting a bit."