[For Sheppard] Sparring cures sleeplessness.

[feltgoodthough]

It was cooler on the island at night but Ronon wasn't sleeping. He was used enough to the quiet sounds of New Atlantis at night that he could have been. It took next to nothing to wake him, but there weren't many places he couldn't sleep

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[flyboy_shepp]

Ronon's voice startled John, if only because he knew just how late it was, and hadn't been expecting anyone to actually be awake. Hell, he hadn't even been doing much but cleaning his guns. And the weapons chest. And tidying up a bit.

"Do you know what time it is?" he replied as he tugged on the nearest pair of track pants he could find. When he opened the door, he blinked up at Ronon. "What?"

[feltgoodthough]

Ronon glanced up at the night sky, it was disturbingly changeable for a planet and island where they were stuck in place. "Yeah," he answered. "It's late." Which begged the question what was Sheppard doing at this hour - not that Ronon was a stranger to the early hours of the morning himself.

"You need to sleep." Ronon informed him, though if Sheppard kept this up he'd crash on his own eventually but Ronon was glad to help him along to that point.

[flyboy_shepp]

John's eyebrows went up. "Right," he said slowly. "And you're, what? Going to stare at me until I fall asleep?"

He wasn't going to admit it out loud, but John was almost glad Ronon was there. It meant less time staring up at his ceiling.

[feltgoodthough]

Ronon only looked amused at the thought. "No," he said. "Sparring, three rounds."

He stepped away from John's door. "Best cure for sleeplessness there is."