“Penny for ‘em,” Young says, one eyebrow raised. His hair is much longer than it had been when they’d first come onto Destiny, and he looks good like this, curls softening the shape of his face.
“No,” Rush says curtly, pulling himself out of the inappropriate thoughts. “Just waiting for Telford.”
If he hadn’t been looking for it he wouldn’t have seen Young flinch. “Yeah,” he says. “I’m sure you’re pleased about this.”
Rush snorts, looking away. “You might not be the right person, but you’re closer than he ever will be,” he says.
He knows without looking that Young’s mouth is hanging open, and suddenly he wants to push the colonel against the wall and kiss him breathless, right up until the second Telford comes to take over Young’s body and command position. But he doesn’t.
“Thanks,” Young says eventually. “You’ve been. We, uh, couldn’t have gotten this far without you.”
Rush nods, half in acknowledgement and half in agreement.
Then Young jerks a little, and his posture changes, and Rush knows that this is Telford, come to take away any and all progress they’ve made. “Welcome home, Colonel,” he says, with a little mocking bow.