“Look, would you just tell Parrish to keep his plants out of the physics labs already?”

Rodney tends to start talking about twenty feet before he actually reaches the door to Lorne’s office. It should probably be annoying, only Lorne likes to imagine that Rodney does this even when Lorne isn’t in his office, and he’s just talking to himself as he walks down the corridor.

There’s also the fact that it gives him the chance to…oh, say…startle awake and at least attempt to pretend he wasn’t sleeping at his desk. So when McKay rounds the corner into his office, Lorne is sitting up straight, signing his last requisition form.

Only, his hair is sticking straight up all along one side, there’s an imprint of his watch on his cheek and a smudge of black ink over his eyebrow, and his shirt is half-untucked where he twisted during his nap.

“Simpson is horribly allergic to his space gerani…” Rodney’s lips stop moving mid-sentence when he sees Lorne and he scowls.

“You haven’t been to bed.”

“Yes, I have,” Lorne says. “I just…got up early to finish some paperwork.”

“No,” Rodney says firmly, sounding rather annoyed. “You haven’t. Get up.” He steps behind Lorne’s desk and grabs his elbow, pulling him out of his chair.

“Rodney, I’m fine. I’ll go to bed early tonight, I promise.”

Rodney keeps pulling him towards the door. “You’ll go now. I’m taking you to your quarters and making sure you don’t leave until you’ve had some sleep.”

Lorne sighs and lets Rodney tug him down the hallway towards a transporter. “You just want to get me into bed,” he says with a smirk.

Rodney pushes him into the transporter and touches the screen for the living area.

“Yep.”