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"Look, Danny, just tell me."

Dan looked his way, hooking his earpiece back over his ear, then looked back over at the camera guy, still fussing with a duster.

"I don't want to tell you."

Casey leaned toward Dan, lowering his voice; it was kind of instinctual, despite the fact that they were both still wearing their mics.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Okay." Dan let out a breath and picked up his script, shuffling it into alignment and banging it against the desk a couple times for good measure. "We're dating."

"...we're dating." Casey just stared at the side of Dan's face. "We're dating?"

"See, this is why I didn't want to tell you. I knew you'd get weird."

"I like weird," Casey replied, mouth on autopilot. "Weird's a good look for me."

Dear Brain,

You remember the part where I'm supposed to be writing SG:A right now? SHAPE UP!

...ah! I'll call it an icon ficlet! Yes. That was totally what it was. Absolutely. (I love those moments when a show strikes you anew with the incredible and undeniable gay, don't you?)