"What do you think about when you think about McKay?"

John looked up. He was pretty sure he'd never heard that tone of voice from Ronon - shy and quiet and honestly curious. "Uh, what do you mean?"

Ronon glanced down, then up to meet Sheppard's eyes. He looked embarrassed. "Jeeze, Sheppard - need me to draw you a picture? I've been thinking about somebody."

"McKay?" Sheppard snapped his mouth shut, knowing he'd probably given too much away, just with that one word.

"No," Ronon said, rolling his eyes. "Keller."

"Keller?" John repeated.

"We were trapped in the infirmary during the quarantine. She helped me try to blow the door. Then we...uh..." Ronon looked away.

"Wait," John said, waving one hand around. "I was climbing the goddamn tower and you were blowing stuff up and making out with Keller?"

"Almost." Ronon grinned widely.

John leveled a steely gaze on him. "You suck," he said.