Room 209, Sunday afternoon/evening

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After leaving Sanctity, Aeryn's really impressively agitated. She's on the phone as soon as she's out the door, heading back to the dorms.

And once she's back there, she opens the door to 209 and waits.

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"You're blocking the door," John points out. "We're kinda trapped now."

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"Then I'll move it when one of us leaves," she shrugs. "I could move it back..."

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"No!" John shakes his head quickly. "No. Can I shower?"

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She's frowning a little again, but nods. "Of course."

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So, he slips inside her bathroom and turns the water on hot. Really hot. And he lets all the revelations wash away, lets the thought of being tortured wash away and lets the shadows wash away.

He steps out of the bathroom without his shirt and his skin is blotchy red.

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When he gets out, Aeryn's stuck the polar bear pictures up in the corner, above the desk. They won't be visible when the door's open, but he's being really weird about this. Besides, if she's here, the door's probably closed anyway.

She gets a look at his skin, and has no idea what to say. So she tries, "Good shower?'

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"Yeah." He does grin at the pictures. "I like those."

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"The real thing doesn't look like the drawing," she shrugs, looking at them instead of him so she doesn't have to worry about a reaction.

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He doesn't answer that, choosing instead to sit at the foot of her bed.

A triumphant cheer! The ring toss is won! Picked your stuffed animal!

John actually makes a sound this time, jerking his head away from the noise.

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Aeryn pressesher lips together, watching him, and asks, "What is going on." Except it's not entirely a question.

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"Nothing," he says, opening his eyes and shaking his head. "Lingering headache."

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"You just twitched."

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"It's just a headache," he repeats and climbs back up onto her bed to lay on his stomach. "That's all."

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She's quiet for a moment, but nods and says, "Okay." Because she has no idea what else to do.

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"Come over and lay with me for awhile?" John asks quietly. "Until I fall asleep again?"

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"Okay," she says again. She joins him on the bed, laying on her side to face him.

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He curls into her immediately, tangling his legs with hers, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her chest.

"Thanks."

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She kisses the top of his head and says, "It's okay."

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"Hm," is all he says before closing his eyes and falling asleep again.

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For a long time Aeryn's quiet, and she debates moving the desk as quietly as possible and going looking for Scorpius herself. But that's stupid, and she knows it.

Besides. There's always tomorrow.

She pulls the covers over them, and attempts to sleep.