The Apartment- Cambridge, MA- Thursday night

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Aeryn hates work. A lot. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for her coworkers, or her boss, or the customers, or the job itself, but... Okay, Aeryn just hates the job.

So it might be a little unusual when she comes home later than usual after the closing shift, though she doesn't look very happy about it.

[Open for the Cambridge peeps, should they be in the hizzouse, and up early for time zones. Izzle. Omg it's early.]

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"It makes me lose faith I didn't have in the company to know she hasn't been fired yet."

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"She'll get hers," John says, going for the pants now. "Step," he says, nodding to her feet.

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It says a lot about her day that she's letting him do this. "You don't have to do this," she says, but steps out of her pants anyway. And yes, he did. She'd still be in the bedroom with the rage-blindness thing going on.

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"I want to," he says and steers her towards the shower. "Inside, let the hot water do it's job. I'll be right back."

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Aeryn wordlessly gets into the shower, but decides to do the mature thing and fight the knobs for control over the temperature, just because she can.

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He leaves her to that before disappearing back into the kitchen and pulling out the very gourmet dinner of spaghetti and garlic bread he'd manage to make. It goes into the microwave for about five minutes, comes back out and then he's making his way back to the bedroom.

He sets the plate on the foot of the bed and grabs one of his shirts and a pair of his shorts before going back into the bathroom.

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Is it possible to wash your hair angrily? Aeryn's just finished testing that out now that the temperature knobs gave up their side of the fight.

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He gets a towel ready and then just leans against the sink to wait for her.

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The water finally stops, and Aeryn pulls the shower curtain open to step outside. "You waited?"

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"Yes," he says and holds out the towel for her. "Dry off."

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"I figured that part out, thanks," she says, but there's no anger in it, and she takes the towel to do just that.

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He knows she's irritated so he doesn't let that bother him and just reaches for the clothing, holding it out next.

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"Thanks," she says, taking the clothing and getting dressed. "Now where?" Since he seems to be leading.

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"Bed," he says and directs her out of the bathroom and towards their bed. "Sit down."

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She sits, just raising her eyebrows and not saying a word, waiting for the next bit.

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"Go sit against the pillows," he tells her, gesturing towards the headboard.

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"You're getting detailed," she notices, but moves back anyway.

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"It's more comfortable back there," he says, scooping up the plate and dropping down beside her. "Eat."

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She takes the plate, getting to work on eating. "You're very bossy."

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"Yeah," he says. "Eat your dinner and relax."

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She can get behind that one, though the relaxing is easier when you haven't had drunken coworkers talking in your ear all night. "What did you do all day?"

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"I had classes earlier," he tells her, leaning back and relaxing himself. "And then spent time on homework. And then took a small nap."

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"Want to trade?" She's not serious. The classes would make her want to kill herself- or everyone else- and she knows it.

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"No," he says, smiling a little. "I don't think I'd be good at your job."

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"I love you for saying that," she says with a tiny smile.