Do you have a ring? John asks him and Rodney's face flushes furiously at the thought.

He's glad that he can look down at his hands to check and search his pockets because he keeps stammering inane half sentences about... he's not sure about what but the words keep coming, fast, impossibly fast, he just keeps going and going--

And then John takes his hand and Rodney stills, the chaos in his mind grinding to a sudden halt and it brings another fleeting feeling, another impression -- calming him down, making him stop and focus when he just goes on and on about things, John does that, he's good at that -- and he stares at their hands a little incredulously, a little excitedly. Like it's too good to be true.

"Right. Right, we-- we will."

Figure things out. They're good at that, too, he thinks.

But maybe he can just hold on to his hand while they do that?