Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. Yet. They will when I take over the world.
He can see the question in their eyes. Can see they want to ask it but aren't sure how to.
If he were in their shoes, he wouldn't know how to ask it either.
He knows they've told Weir, and probably Beckett. He can see it in their eyes too.
They want to know. But he knows it'd be better if they don't.
He doesn't want them to know about what he's done. Or the person he can be.
He knows they'll ask soon, but that doesn't mean he'll tell them.
Because it's for the best if they don't know how a snarky Canadian astrophysicist can fire a gun and hit the target every time without even looking.
Or why blood is nothing new to him, or death.
Because they don't really know him; not yet, and if he has anything to say about it, they'll never know.
He's not who they think he is.
He's not just Rodney McKay.
He's more than that.