Uncertainty
I was sitting on a large boulder, my back against the humid cave wall,
and I couldn't help but watch him. He was frowning as he tried to
scribble down his chicken-scratch notes in what little sunlight was
filtering through the trees and into the hidden entrance. His glasses
had slid halfway down his nose, messy hair slick against his forehead,
damp from rain.
"Anything interesting?"
"Well, uh…" He frowned, glancing upwards as the hieroglyphic
carvings, "There seems to be a, uh, resemblance to-" he trails off slightly
"…to some, ah, Mesopotamian-like civilization we encountered a while
back." He sighed as he frowned at his notes once more, looking adorably
confused, though I doubt he was.
"Why do you do that?"
He
glanced up, seeming slightly jittery. "Do what?"
"You always trail off halfway through
saying something, like you
don't know what you're talking about. You should have more confidence."
He frowned at me for a second, swiping his bangs out of his eyes,
before returning to his pad. "Sure.
I need to... um... finish translating this?"
I sighed and shook my head, before
jumping down from my seat
and ducking my head to leave the cave. "…I'm going to go see what Sam
and Teal'c are up to." He was muttering to himself again, trying to decipher
the reading in the semi-darkness. No wonder he needs glasses.