[It's been a long night. A very, very long night. Rodney is exhausted, worn down to the bone, eyes stinging, back aching from hunching over a computer, mind moving sluggishly, barely able to process basic algebra let alone complex physics. It's frankly exquisite, exactly the right kind of exhaustion that leaves Rodney thinking he might actually get a few hours of decent sleep for a while, just the right mix of physical and mental exhaustion that might let him just turn off and be unconscious for a while without spinning his metaphorical wheels and thinking too much.

Squinting into the sunlight as he goes up the elevator, Rodney sighs slightly, leans against the wall, stares into the woods, then pushes away from it and shambles his way to the apartment as if he were a zombie, most of the way asleep. He's already talking as he unlocks the door, voice slightly slurred.]

For once, I'm not going straight for a cup of coffee. You can have one if you want, but I'm having an herbal tea and straight to bed, it's been a very, very long ni-

[And it's then, when he lifts his head as he steps into the bedroom doorway, that he sees it. For a moment, he's completely aghast, blue eyes wide as he takes in the whole scene. A man in John's bed who looks vaguely familiar (for all that he can see his face from this angle) and John...arching...on top of him...completely naked.]

Oh my god.