The apartment, Cambridge, MA- Tuesday evening

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The flipside of getting a chance to go out and help save a friend and hurt some things in the process was that afterwards, it was back to normal things, like filling out job applications in front of the TV and feeling uncomfortable in the current style of clothes. There might have been a little part of her that wondered if it would be wrong to wear a pulse pistol around the apartment, just for the night.

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John nearly bowled into the apartment, jacket wrapped around him and just tossing his bag across the floor so he could shut the door behind him.

"It is so freaking cold out there," he groused as he came inside and tried to warm up.

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"Better than the alternative," Aeryn reminded him. "The heat's already on." Not high, because there were bills to worry about, but it was something.

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"Anything to eat?" John asked because he was hungry.

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"The usual. If someone turns on the stove it might help with the heating issue."

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"Want some pizza?" John asked. "I could order some."

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"Costs too much. I think there's a frozen one in there."

And this was why she preferred shooting things. Because she didn't have to say things like that.

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"Ew," John said and made a face. "Frozen pizza is yuck. Chinese?"

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"Still more expensive than what we have." And until she started working again, that was a real concern for her.

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"Didn't we get money as a wedding gift?"

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"We also have bills and that very wedding to pay off," she pointed out.

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"Do we have bread?" John asked, frowning.

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"There is," Aeryn said, putting the application down and sitting back. "Other things, too."

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"Sandwich then," John said, wandering into the kitchen because frozen pizza was ew. "How're you?"

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"I'm okay," she said, but was happy to try and get the focus off of her. "How was class?"

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"Boring. Long," he said, shaking his head. "What'd you do today?"

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"Applications. And more applications. And turning in applications," she said, kicking at the one with her foot. "And then there were more applications."

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"Anything good?" John asked, coming back into the living room and flopping down.

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"Absolutely nothing better than what was out there last time I did this," she sighed.

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"What kinds of places are you looking for?"

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"Hiring," she said simply.

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"Are you going to do food service again?" John asked.

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"Not if I can help it," she answered immediately. "But if it's all I can get, well. I guess I have to."

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"Classes should settle down enough for me to get a night job next semester," John offered.

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"I still have to find something though," she said quietly. Though at least it would mean she didn't have to work as much as she had been before.

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"You will, babe," John said and patted her leg. "Job searching isn't easy and it takes time."