When it became obvious Ronon had heard her, Max let out a soft sigh. She didn't know what to make of this. According to the others, their connections didn't start until after they had gotten together. Ronon and her weren't together. They were friends, and all of this was making her head hurt even more. Max felt like she wanted to curl up somewhere, and just cry for the rest of the night.
"I can't sleep," she said as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. Max wanted to sit there but the connection was drawing her toward Ronon, so she stood and sat next to him on the couch. Looking up him, she shrugged. "We can talk, I guess."
Max didn't know what to say, though. She had already told Ronon about her family, and what all of them did on Earth. He already knew about how her father and brother loved guns, and how her mother was a lawyer. And part of her didn't want to talk; it wanted to touch.
Reaching over, she laid her hand on his arm, and slowly ran her fingers over his skin. Max could feel little shock waves running through her body, and it was she had never experienced before. Looking up at him, Max sighed, her fingers still tracing over his skin. "Ronon," she softly whisoered, her eyes locked with his.