Sitting down, Ronon unlaced his boots before pulling them off. He almost just chucked them across the room to get them out of them way before remembering how many times Jennifer had scolded him for that. So instead, he picked them up and took them over to sit them by the hallway before returning to stand in front of Max.
"All right," he said as she took his hands. He raised his eyebrows again with he felt another jolt, wondering what was going on. Static, she said. Right.
Gun care was definitely easier than dancing. Hell, dealing with Wraith seemed easier. At least with them, all he had to do was kill them. Here, he had to remember where to put his feet - without stepping on Max's toes - without looking down. Which meant he also needed to remember where things were around them.
Not that he did a great job with that as he managed to steer her right into the coffee table. Letting go of her, he looked down as she sat on it.
"Can't. I've been told off for firing a weapon down here." He shrugged. "Too many kids around."
Helping her up, he went in the kitchen and got a towel for her. He handed it to her when he went back out. He found himself staring at her for a moment before coughing and looking away.