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Rodney couldn't believe John actually got up and walked away from his team's game of spin-the-bottlelike-gourd.
Teyla was distressed. Ford handed her the popcorn helplessly; Teyla cradled the bowl.
"I thought the game was to build trust," she said.
Ford's laugh was awkward. "It can be fun."
"Or to mock and humiliate for others' amusement." Rodney jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "I'll just go see. . . ." Teyla smiled; Ford looked sulky.
Rodney found John in the jumper bay.
"You never have to tell me anything," Rodney said in a rush.
John nodded, and kept his silence.