wincing over his coffee mug – probably trying to drink it while it was too hot, again – and frowning at John. It shouldn’t have been possible to do both, John was pretty sure, but that was Mitchell for you.

I tried this. My face was scrunched up like I'd sucked on a lemon.

John's dislike of Sam, from his defensiveness about Rodney, to his jealousy over her and Cam is wonderful.

I love how raw John is and how much Mitchell wants to help him move on from his grief.

Whatever Mitchell was offering, or trying to offer, or not quite offering, yet.

In the original fic, John seems surprised, where in this line there's an inevitability to it. So now I wonder how the two pieces mesh and the way these two are in denial.