Room 209, Sunday night

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Aeryn has had an interesting weekend, let's put it that way. And it should probably worry her that the first thing she does after getting in is call John. And it doesn't, until he mentions the last time they saw each other and she proceeds to actually get a little nervous. That worries her.

But she's here. And the door's closed. Because... because it's closed, that's why.

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For a moment, he just stands there and stares at her.

"I don't want an out, I don't want a break, I want you," he says. "You know that. You fricking know that. I want you, that's all I want."

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She takes a breath, nodding. "This is me," she says. "This is what you have to deal with in order to deal with me. Are you sure about this?"

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"Yes," he says. "But I need to know that I mean something more to you sometimes. I know it's hard for you to talk about right now so even if it's just a small gesture, Aeryn. Even if it's just a smile. I need to know."

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What's hard is knowing that he doesn't know. "I came back here because of you. I would not even be attempting this with anyone else. I don't tell anyone half of what I tell you. You mean everything."

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Okay, he hadn't expected that. Not right away.

"Let me stay tonight," he finally says. "And I don't want anything more then to hold you. Because we both deserve it."

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After an admission like that, what Aeryn really wants to do is be alone and try to not think too hard about the fact that she actually said it. But that isn't dealing with it. So she nods.

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He slips off his shoes and sits on the edge of her bed, waiting for her. He's slept with her in this bed before but this...it's different.

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She pulls off her boots, crawling into bed carefully so she doesn't hit him. And now she's waiting for him.

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He follows her up carefully, laying across from her and reaching out to slide an arm across her hip to settle on the small of her back.

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She's not sure what to do with her hands, so one comes up on top of the arm that's around her. And she moves just a little closer.

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"It's okay," he whispers and moves closer. "Come here," Hohn says and invites her to move closer.

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She does, just a little again. "Good night," she says quietly.

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He frowns but doesn't push.

"Night." And he closes his eyes.