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A/N: I have no idea what I'm doing... technically I'm working on my family history to have it up to date for when my Oma comes over, lol. And doing notes on a longer piece of Sam/Rodney fic. And this weirdness happened. Not very good, but there you go. I've never put this pair in the same room before, well, a few minutes in Busman's Holiday, but apart from that...
Friends?
'Do you—?' He paused.Sam glanced at him across the consol. 'Do I what?'
She was only half-listening, accustomed by now to the continuous musing/whinging/commentating that wallpapered his work environment. She'd learnt to filter.
'Do you think there's a chance that we—?'
'McKay,' she cautioned, 'I thought we'd agreed...'
He looked hurt. 'No, not that, I just, well, you know - start over? Friends? I mean, we're good, right?'
His eyes begged, please.
She watched him for a long moment. Friends? Start over? Was he even capable?
His sea-coloured eyes...
'Ah... sure. Friends.'
He returned to work, humming.