These days it was pure reflex, slapping John's hand before it could block his view of the screen, as if Rodney was defending a tray of freshly baked cookies. "Sheppard, I swear, if you don't unlearn to mash your greasy fingers all over my--... wait, what?"

Rodney glanced up and frowned at John before taking a closer look around. "Alternate... oh, again?" His voice pitched up with indignation and he scoffed. "You know, once, just once, can other universes please sort out their screw-ups without getting us involved? This is getting ridiculous! How did we even-- when-- will you stop with the happy face!"

It might have been six months for John but no more than six hours for McKay since he'd last seen his friend. Without context it was difficult to understand the (in his eyes) weird look he was getting. "What's wrong with you? Did they drug you?"