Gah, poor John's long battle waged at home—you flesh out what his life was like there SO compellingly (and somehow make me want to give BOTH Sheppards a hug). But I love most of all John and Rodney slowly edging toward something new and better—fingers to wrists and knees under tables and Rodney's face turning to John’s hand, shaping itself to the contour of his palm, adsfasdfas;dflkj oh oh oh.