John's gut twisted again and he couldn't completely hide the mixed look of hurt and anger on his face.
"Are you alright?" Elizabeth asked, lowering her fork with a concerned frown.
"I'm fine." He assured her half heartedly, finally managing to look away from them the other pair seated a few tables behind Elizabeth. He silently hope she wouldn't turn around and see that adorable half smile on Teyla's face, it was bad enough he knew Ronon was causing it but he didn't really want anyone to know how much it bothered him.
John and Teyla had a connection, it was something he knew he could always rely on, maybe too much at times. Right now he was seeing it between the two "alien" members of his team as they shared in an inside joke.
He had to remind himself that nothing had changed between him and Teyla since Ronon's arrival but somewhere along the lines he thinks it did. His feelings for her haven't been as clear as he thought since he kissed her. He wishes like hell he hadn't agreed to forget it because he just can't forget something like that. He's pretty sure he's never kissed anyone like he was claiming them and he can't even remember if she had actually kissed him back even for a split second or if it's the retrovirus still screwing with him.
His eyes had gravitated back to the conversing couple again, back to that easy light smile he had to work for.
Ronon and Teylaare more alike than John wants to admit. Both warriors from the Pegasus Galaxy and Wraith survivors, both of which are ties that bind. It didn't matter how much unity it created for the team or how much of a benefit it was for Atlantis, he hated it. Hated that it wasn't something to hide or be ashamed of which allowed it to be played out right in front of him.
John saw Ronon as more than a teammate, he now saw him as a threat.
He knew what he wanted and so what if he had a little competition, never stopped him before.