Rodney stopped briefly, his shoulders pulled back as if some unseen force held him, his head rolling in a vain attempt to loosen impossibly tight muscles. A wince crossed his face, as a hand rose. "Tonight. What is it about people parking so far? Is it a pilot thing, or what?" He'd noticed that even flying the jumpers, they'd always be parked way out in the middle of nowhere and had to walk. Lots. Oddly enough, he'd never asked his friend.
His expression turned to a pained scowl. Essentially, the response was 'For your own good', quite literally. "Yes, funny. Character building. I've had more of that..." in the last year. "I don't need anymore."
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
[McKay] Team Transmitter (tag Tara, Jon, Doctor, Rose)
Date: 2006-04-12 02:45 pm (UTC)His expression turned to a pained scowl. Essentially, the response was 'For your own good', quite literally. "Yes, funny. Character building. I've had more of that..." in the last year. "I don't need anymore."