It had hurt to see his friends first laugh at him with his little sister, the same little sister who had always upstaged him only to carelessly leave their field, then secondly, to have 'Rod' steal his friends away too. He had arrived all 'cool' and 'nice' with his leather jacket and confident smile. He whisked them away and they were only to happy to leave him in the dust; or at least, that's how he felt.
So when John snuck into his room that night one might say he was surprised.
"Sheppard? I thought, uh, I mean, aren't you . . . ?"
"I told you, that other guy was creepy, way too nice, I'd much rather have you, my you." Sheppard plopped down next to Mckay on his bed, resting his head on Rodney's shoulder with one arm around his waist.
"Yes, but uh," Rodney, a little embarrassed now, "I mean, I know you said that at the table, but . . . "
"You wanted more of an assurance?"
"Yeah."
"Don't worry, I'm here all night." Sheppard said, smiling, "You can look down and my beauty and know I'm all yours."
"Oh ha ha."
"Well apparently I'm just like that."
"In another reality!"
Sheppard laughed, knowing his Rodney was back to normal.