McShep? 3.“Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge” “Can I pick?” ❤️
Rodney’s lost track of whatever started the argument. He knows it was something stupid, because that tends to be how all of their arguments start nowadays. But like usual, it had escalated, become something bigger than whatever bullshit it had started as. They’ve always fought - though fighting wasn’t usually the word best used to describe it. Friendly arguments, pointless petty bickering, that sometimes devolved into something more.
This has definitely turned into the something more category. John is doing that thing where he’s constantly running his fingers through his hair, like he’s a couple seconds from tearing it out. Rodney, who doesn’t touch his hair if he can help it lest he lose more of it, is a fan of pointed jabs to the sternum and throwing his hands up in despair.
He’s in the middle of a point that has rapidly spiraled out of control when John spins to face him abruptly, closes the distance between them in two steps, and curls a fist into Rodney’s vest and just, shakes him. It feels a bit like being on a tilt-a-whirl, and Rodney blinks at him, disoriented, when John snaps, “Right now, I really don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off the damn bridge.”
Rodney, who is, in fact, on a bridge right now, has never had the best sense of self preservation, because he snaps right back, “Oh good, can I pick?”
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