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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"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."

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"I remember," she sighed, and decided she was done with this topic. There had to be better ones. "I want to not deal with that right now."

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"Then, don't," he said and offered her half his sandwich.

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"If that's all you're having, keep it. I'm all right," she said.

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"It's all I'm having right now," he said and continued holding it out. "Eat, babe."

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"Are we going to go up and back on this for fifteen minutes anyway if I say no?"

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"Just offering," he said and pulled the sandwich back. "That's all."

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"Thank you. I just haven't been hungry. I blame those," she said, nodding at the applications while hoping this didn't start another talk about them.

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"Want a foot rub?" John asked, smiling at her.

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She looked up at him, smiling a little. "A foot rub?"

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"Foot massage," he clarified, finishing his sandwich.

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"I understood you. For once," she said, and after a moment pulled her feet up onto the couch.

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He scooted closer and patted his lap. "Feet up here."

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Wordlessly, she put her feet up on his lap, making herself comfortable against the arm of the sofa.

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And wordlessly, John started slowly and thoroughly massaging her feet, digging his thumbs into the heels.

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"I think you're actually getting better at this," she said after a moment.

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"I wasn't good at foot massages before?" John asked, sounding amused.

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"No, you were," she said. "And you've improved."

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"Nice of you to say," he said and grinned at her. "I always like to know I'm getting better."