[ Carson puts and arm around Rodney, hand going to the other man's back, rubbing lightly the way he would comfort anyone in distress. That lasts for about one second before he's hugging Rodney back.
This kind of contact, this open an expression of affection--it's a big deal for Rodney. The least he can do is reciprocate. He hasn't really had the chance to miss anyone, yet. That doesn't mean he doesn't know how it would feel to do so. And it means something to have been missed, it means a lot, it means the world, really, when he spends so much time in the infirmary that it's easy to feel at once like he knows everyone on Atlantis without really knowing many of them at all. ]
Steady. It's all right. [ A little squeeze. ] Been a couple of months, you said?
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This kind of contact, this open an expression of affection--it's a big deal for Rodney. The least he can do is reciprocate. He hasn't really had the chance to miss anyone, yet. That doesn't mean he doesn't know how it would feel to do so. And it means something to have been missed, it means a lot, it means the world, really, when he spends so much time in the infirmary that it's easy to feel at once like he knows everyone on Atlantis without really knowing many of them at all. ]
Steady. It's all right. [ A little squeeze. ] Been a couple of months, you said?