John smiled pathetically up at him and replied, "Nope. I'm a unique and beautiful snowflake."

Rodney huffed a laugh and took a seat next to John on the floor. The side without the giant box of artillery shells. Their knees touched. They stayed that way for a good twenty minutes, after which Rodney patted John twice on the thigh, used said thigh to push himself back up into a standing position and said, "Well, I've got work to get back to. But we should go do something life affirming later. Preferably involving nudity. I'll come by your room after dinner."

I think my heart might have burst from sheer, cranky, lovely John & Rodney joy right about here. ::makes high pitched dolphin noises::