[ Poe's amusement wears off as he finds his own clothes, enough that he can look at John without grinning, which would no doubt be like poking the pilot's bruises (physical and otherwise).
He has his shirt in one hand as he comes up behind John, slinging his other arm around John's shoulders and kissing his temple before he lets go. ] Come on. That was at least a little bit funny.
[ It was a lot funny. A lot.
Poe is still pulling his shirt on when he comes into the kitchen. He sees Rodney as his head pops through the headhole and what-do-you-know, he's grinning again. ]
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He has his shirt in one hand as he comes up behind John, slinging his other arm around John's shoulders and kissing his temple before he lets go. ] Come on. That was at least a little bit funny.
[ It was a lot funny. A lot.
Poe is still pulling his shirt on when he comes into the kitchen. He sees Rodney as his head pops through the headhole and what-do-you-know, he's grinning again. ]
Morning, McKay.