"You cannot save everyone, John. No matter how hard you try some people do not want to be saved." Teyla told him hotly, throwing daggers at him with her eyes.
"You think that makes my job any easier?" He shot back, grinding his teeth in an attempt to remain calm. She tightened her lips, unwilling to continue arguing over another disastrous expedition.
"You can't always be the strong one either." He reasoned, grabbing her arm to prevent her from walking away.
"There isa difference between strength and recklessness." She told him sagely.Beneath his touch she seemed calm but he could tell the contact was unwelcome. It stung more than he could say.
"I did what I thought I had to do. I couldn't just walk away." He said defensively. Arguing with Teyla was not what he had originally had in mind when they got back Yet he knew this argument had been long in coming. He had noticed how cold Teyla had become towards him. He wasn't sure if she was purposely avoiding time alone with him or if it was accidental.
"They did not want our help." She reasoned, irritated by his tunnel vision.
"I wasn't willing to give up." He hoped she knew what he was trying to say. "Let's not do this now." He added tiredly when it was clear she either missed the message or did not care.
"Fine." She muttered, shaking off his hand. John sighed and looked away not wanting to watch her leave. He had surprised himself by thinking this would be easy.