Room 209, Wednesday night

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After last night, Aeryn hasn't really felt like being around people. Okay, maybe she'd needed a little breakdown. That wasn't the way she would have preferred to have done it. She'd rather forget it happened, but that won't be happening anytime soon.

There's something on the wall opposite her bed now, even if she does keep looking up at it while struggling through makeup work, wondering if she should be homesick or not.

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She thinks about telling him no, but not for long. She lets him take her hand, and puts one hand on his waist like he showed her.

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"There we go," he says, stepping closer and putting his own hand on her waist. "Ready?" He smiles at her and starts to slowly move them in slow, small circles.

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Aeryn goes along with it, trying not to think too hard about the first time they did this. Though she will admit she didn't know how to do this then, either. Mostly she's just trying not to step on his toes.

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"Relax," he says quietly, rubbing her back gently. "We're just dancing."

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"I know," she says just as quietly, but she isn't sure what else she's supposed to be doing, whether she's even supposed to be trying to look at him or if that's too much. Especially as that's her default reaction.

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He squeezes her hand gently before turning his head to look at her and smile. "Step up on my feet," he says quietly.

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Normally she would look at him oddly and say no, but this way keeps her from accidentally stepping on his toes. So she looks at him oddly and does it anyway.

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He adjusts his hold on her and then starts to move them around the room, smiling at her. "It's not so bad, is it?"

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This is so weird. "No," she admits. "It's not."

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"Your hair's gotten longer," he murmurs quietly. "It's beautiful."

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She never thought she'd be flattered by a comment like that, and actually doesn't have to think to not dwell on that. "I hadn't even noticed," she says quietly.

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"I notice all the time," he replies. "It's longer and thick and it brings out your eyes. It's beautiful. You," he says, making sure to catch her eyes, "are beautiful."

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It's been a while since she's heard anything like that, and she knows she should step off his feet and ask him to stop, but she doesn't. She doesn't do much of anything except keep looking back at him.

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He spins them slowly, still smiling at her. "I missed you so much," he finally whispers. "So much."

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It takes her a moment before she decides she's okay to whisper back, "I missed you, too."

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He stops the dancing and spends a moment just looking at her, familiarizing himself with her face again before smiling.

"Thanks for the dance."

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Without stepping off his feet, she tells him, "You're welcome."

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And he doesn't make any move to move away either. He's not exactly sure what to do but he likes being close to her again and wants her to be comfortable with him. So, he just watches her and enjoys the closeness.

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Aeryn knows she should move. Instead, she plants her feet back on the ground in turn, but alternates their position, one between his, one outside his, so she doesn't actually have to back off at all.

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He sighs a little and clenches his hands to keep from reaching for her. "Aeryn..."

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Not sure exactly what she wants him to do or doesn't want him to do, she asks, "What?"

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He just shakes his head because, really, he just likes saying her name. But, he can't help reaching for one of her hands...

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Still watching him, she lets him do it, and interlaces her fingers with his.

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"You all right?" John asks, squeezing her hand. "This is okay?"

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"This is okay," she assures him.