John wakes up and Rodney's blinking at him sleepily. "Time's it?" he says.

John rolls over and looks at the clock radio. "Ten. What time do you go in?"

"Two," Rodney groans. "You?"

"Same." John burrows down into the covers. He's almost back asleep when he remembers the night before and goes still and stiff.

Rodney elbows him. "Go back to sleep. Far be it from me to initiate a conversation about feelings or anything."

John swallows hard, and then tries to relax. It's harder than he would have thought. "I went to military school since I was twelve," he blurts out.

"Fine," Rodney says. "Can we save the baring of souls until such a time that I don't have to get up in three hours?"

"Okay," John says, a little stunned. He blinks up at the ceiling.

Rodney reaches over and grabs John by the face and pushes his head against the pillows. John struggles free and whacks Rodney on the shoulder with the back of his hand. Rodney waves him off and rolls over, and John burrows in for a couple more hours of sleep.