It was odd how a statement could just hang there in the air. It could seem so innocent and innocuous under most circumstances, but he knew it meant so much more.
"The bedrooms are cherry blossom white…"
It was almost three in the morning. They'd taken up their usual duties when members of certain teams were down – most often SG1. Her sitting on the left side of the hospital bed, keeping a close eye on vitals, her hand often slipping into that of her patient as she watched over him as she promised his teammates she would. While he sat on the right side of the bed, keeping watch.
It was a ritual that they'd started in the early days of her being named CMO of the facility, something that seemed to just come naturally from their positions of virtual 'mother and father' over anything and everything that happened here. It might have contributed to their eventual involvement, but it wasn't the only reason for it.
Hammond watched her, attempting to make sure that the words she had uttered were truly for him, though what Ba'al's capture and subsequent torture of Colonel O'Neill could have to do with the color of the paint she'd used in her bedrooms was beyond him.
The conversations that they had at these times were usually mundane. Things that they couldn't talk about in the presence of others, things that in and of themselves weren't inappropriate but still gave off the overall sense of impropriety.
Like the color of the paint in the bedrooms of her house.