Oh my god. Well written with wave farms and thermal energy and a kite shop and an effed up John and a socially awkward Rodney and all plotty with hurt and pain and drama without being horrifically angsty and drama-y--and Oregon. I think I love you. So much.

I think the only way I could love this fic more would be if you'd made John correct Rodney's pronunciation. "It's Or-rih-gun, not Or-ree-gone."