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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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.