Some combination of the sign language for “awkward” and the emoticon for “disgusted” would be perfect here.
I just spent an hour on the phone with one of my best friends — and in between listening to him call some guys in his barracks douchebags and motherfuckers (Marines barracks vocabulary = disturbingly similar to j-school editing class vocabulary) he mumbled something about infantry training levels and I yelled, “OH MY GOD, ARE YOU TRAINING TO BE A RECON MARINE?” and then I was like, “OF COURSE YOU ARE YOU PSYCHOPATH,” and he was all “HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT A RECON MARINE IS?” and I was like, “WHY ARE YOU GOING TO JUMP OUT OF PERFECTLY GOOD PLANES?” However, as it turns out? The moment is still much funnier in Smittywing’s paean to the Love Song Of John Sheppard And Lorne And The Navy Goat The Beatings Will Continue Until Morale Improves than it is when I’m shouting it at my buddy in California while listening to him talk about some moron who stole a drill sergeant’s porn and tried to beat off to it in said drill sergeant’s bathroom. (Mostly because you know, I don’t want him jumping out of perfectly good airplanes.) Plus it wasn’t like I could tell him my extensive knowledge of the military is primarily rooted in me writing Don’t Ask Don’t Tell defying smut for it.
I can so see Rodney and John having this exact same conversation:
“You want to *excuse me*?”
“Come on, Rodney,” John says, squinting at his notes and back to the soothing black-and-green of the computer screen. Rodney has followed him , again, into the university’s computer lab because he has objections, again, to John’s lifelong dream. “It’s part of the training. I’ll be fine.”
“You don’t think it’s bad enough that you want to *fly* these deathtraps around like they’re bumper cars - now you want to learn how to exit them in the most dangerous and stupid–”
“–don’t forget *awesome-looking*–” John says, and realizes that he forgot his notes from Landry’s class back in his room. He could call Ronon and have him jog them over, but this seems like the perfect opportunity to get rid of Rodney, since there’s no way he’s going to walk all the way back to the dorms in this weather.
“–way possible?”
John rolls his eyes, but figures, hey, Rodney’s trying to display a human emotion that isn’t lust or impatience, so he should probably just roll with it.
However, there’s something about the flush on Rodney’s neck that makes John’s mouth curl upwards. “It’s Air Force’s way of thinning the heard. You know, natural selection.” He blinks innocently at Rodney’s apoplectic expression. “Carson was telling me all about it. Darwin was an amazing scientist, don’t you think?”
“You’re clearly too stupid to live,” Rodney decides, sulkily.