Not Good at Nice

Aeryn's had a bad week, what with the Vader fight, seeing Luke off, and dealing with John's poor brain. She might still be housing some frustration because when she finally comes back to the room after being out for a while, there's two inches less of her hair, because she had to take it out on something.

It's still early and Aeryn's just waking up, quickly discovering that the arm that's above the blanket's gotten pretty cold. She pulls it under the covers, wrapping it around John in order to warm it up faster.

After class, Aeryn brings Egg back to 209. Yeah, she's back here again. Being honest and attempting to talk had worked so well yesterday that she kind of doesn't want to do it again, so she closes the door and sets Egg in his cushioned bowl on the desk.

And it's just kind of there.

Which bothers here after about ten seconds. "Don't look at me like that," she tells him.

Aeryn gets back to the room after Flight Club, going straight for a bottle of water and the aspirin. She almost trips over Bertram on her way to the kitchen, and he gives her a little warning beep.

"Shh," she says. "No beeping."

Aeryn comes back from the common room, and she's not emo. Putting that out there now. She's just had two conversations that made her start thinking about things like family, and on top of recent conversations, it's just made her go quiet. See, there's a difference.

Sometime after waking up in the middle of the night with a sore neck thanks to sleeping sitting up, Aeryn was able to change position really really carefully, laying down on the sofa next to John. Her neck is much less sore, and this is a lot more comfortable, even if she's only half awake to realize it.

It's been a while since Aeryn's had nothing to do. The pets are fed, the place is actually clean, she has no homework to do... At the moment she's lounging on the couch, wondering why it's so quiet and whether or not the toaster has gotten out.

[For the bf.]

Aeryn is up for a while by the time she finally leaves the cabin, waiting by the entrance for a moment just in case anyone comes out of the one next door.

If she's being completely honest, Aeryn would much rather stay in 238 instead of 209. Yes, 209 is hers. It still doesn't feel like hers. Angel and Sean might be gone, but John's still here. That's more than enough. She kisses his shoulder and stretches, testing her knee. It isn't a problem at all now, though she couldn't have expected John to do anything but worry. In a weird way, she appreciates that he does, frustrating or not.

However, she's still planning on the gym. She's already agreed to spar with Alec (almost-dating a doppleganger means that Aeryn doesn't make any assumptions about why he looks like Dean) and Max sometime, and said she would help Molly, and she still would like to get some time in there with Isabel. She finds interesting people down there. Jamie definitely fits into that category, as does Buffy who wants her to join cheerleading. Weird girl. And she just likes Peter, that's all there is to it.

She doesn't want to wake John, so she uncurls away from him slowly and sits up. Even if she really is comfortable in this bed.

It would probably be more productive to do some actual studying before class, or to head to the gym, or something. Except the last week has been really good and Aeryn's taking advantage of it by staying right where she is. And since John doesn't seem to be awake yet, she decides to just start kissing along his neck to change that.