John frowns and squints, his mind still feeling out of sorts, too small and stuffed and cramped, but at least he’s starting to become aware of where he is, what’s happening…and Rodney patting his face.
Rodney, who came into his dreamscape, again.
To save him, again.
Who did save him.
John suddenly wraps his arms around him, tentatively, and buries his head against his neck.
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Patting his face.
As one does.
John frowns and squints, his mind still feeling out of sorts, too small and stuffed and cramped, but at least he’s starting to become aware of where he is, what’s happening…and Rodney patting his face.
Rodney, who came into his dreamscape, again.
To save him, again.
Who did save him.
John suddenly wraps his arms around him, tentatively, and buries his head against his neck.
“Thanks.”