WHO: Martouf/Lantash and Jack O'Neill WHAT: Fishing WHEN: Sunday WHERE: A large pond WARNINGS: TBD, probably not, intense awkward?
Lantash still wasn't entirely sure about this 'fishing' thing. Being a creature who was originally aquatic, it made him a bit uncomfortable. But he agreed with Martouf that they needed to leave the apartment more - that he needed to get 'hobbies' and actually do something with his time here. It was becoming a very dull existence here, very different from the nearly constant danger he experienced when living with the Tok'ra.
So they would try it once, and see how it went. Then they could make up their mind about the next time.
Spending the afternoon with Jack O'Neill also wouldn't have been his first choice. He did not begrudge Jack and Sam their happiness - Sam, at least, deserved it - but he couldn't deny that it hurt him. She was all of Jolinar that now existed, and he was not done grieving for Rosha and Jolinar. He wanted to be near her for that reason only, completely independent of the feelings he'd developed for Sam herself. But he would show O'Neill that he respected their relationship and would not try to get in the way of it. Sam, after all, was free to make her own choices and have those choices respected.
He arrived at the pond where O'Neill had told him to meet. It was cloudy, with occasional flurries, but thankfully not overly windy. He didn't see O'Neill yet, so he made his way to the bank and crouched, looking out over the chilly water thoughtfully.