" sorry? " he blinks up at her sheepishly, coffee mug clutched in his hand. it's his third - no, fourth - cup already this morning. he'd been here all night, poring over a series of tablets sg-14 had brought back from their last trip off-world. the contents weren't exactly earth-shattering to, well, earth, but he was this close to cracking the local dialect... and that was more than worth the loss of a little sleep...
at least he'd thought so. that was until sam had taken a seat across from him in the mess, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and far too full of jargon for the early hour. god, he was starting to sound like jack...
" sorry, sam - you're uh- you're going to have to run that one by me again, " he says, pushing his glasses up his nose to rub his eyes.
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