"Thanks," Max said when Ronon helped her up. She watched as he walked out of the living room, and took a deep breath. She was glad Ronon and her were friends, even if she was started to feel something more for him. Max knew she couldn't act on it, though. She was pretty sure he was still grieving the lost of his wife, and they were friends.
When he came back out, she looked up at him before taking the towel. "It does," she told him as she dried her face. "You just have to relax, and not think about it too much."
"Daddy? Can you tuck me in? Callie forgot to," Finn said from the hallway. He then looked at Max, and grinned. "Hi, Max!"
"Hey, cutie," Max said as she smiled at Finn.
"Does your daddy tuck you in?" the little boy asked.
Max softly laughed, and shook her head. "When I was little he did, but not anymore," she told him.
"My daddy is the best at tucking in. You should ask him to tuck you in if you ever want to be," Finn said with a nod.
Looking to the side, Max gave Ronon an amused look. "I'll have to keep that in mind," she said before she softly nudged Ronon. "Go take care of your son. I'll be fine out here by myself."
Max stepped away, and sat down on the couch, and waited for Ronon to be finished.