Room 238, early Wednesday morning

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Aeryn did sleep, though she woke up every time John moved. She has no idea what's happening, but knows enough to be Concerned. And if it wasn't for the fact that she knew Wednesday was John's busy day with classes, she'd be camped out here all day making sure nothing happened, or trying to talk him through whatever did happen.

Not sure if he's actually sleeping or just faking it, Aeryn slowly moves to get up from the couch, careful not to wake him if he is, in fact, actually out. They both have class first period. If he goes to his, she'll go to hers. Otherwise she's not leaving. Which is why she opens up the locker for the second time since she got back. She pulls out some clothes, and changes into them. Because putting up a fight about this right now is stupid.

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He wakes up when she moves but doesn't immediately open his eyes. Not much sleep but more then before and maybe he can fall back asleep if he doesn't think about...

"Rise and shine, John."

...that. "Not right now," he mumbles.

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Aeryn isn't sure if he's just mumbling in his sleep, but she kind of doubts it. Either way, she goes over to pull the cover back up on him and hopes he does go back to sleep. He needs it.

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He squeezes his eyes shut and huffs slightly.

"It is a new day and I'm quite bored."

He's wearing a wetsuit and holding a surfboard.

"Let's do something fun!"

"Shut up," he mumbles again. "It's too early for surfing."

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Damn. Aeryn kneels in front of the sofa, quietly greeting him with "He isn't here."

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John opens his eyes at that, blinking sleepily.

"Hi," he tells her. "What? Was I talking?"

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"A little," she nods. "How are you doing?"

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"Okay," he says even though it's a giant lie. "How're you?"

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Another nod, and she reaches out to touch his cheek. "Have you been eating?" she asks, because she's not sure he has been, if he's been like this.

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"I had a cookie yesterday," he tells her even though it sounds dumb. "Yeah, a little."

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She's not sure she believes that. She leans in to kiss him lightly, then gets up and goes into the kitchen to start making something. Because 'a little' isn't good enough, either way.

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He debates just staying on the couch and pulling the pillow over his head but decides to get up and follow her.

"Gonna cook for me?" John asks, trying a smile on for size.

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"I can cook, you know," she says with a little smile back, still working on breakfast. "Are you going to classes?"

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And now he's wearing a school uniform, complete with apple and books.

"Yes, let's go to school."

He looks away and shakes his head quickly. "Maybe," he manages to tell her.

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She looks up at him again, and says, "Okay. I can stay if you don't. If you want me to, I mean."

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"You'd miss class," he says, scratching at his head and trying to swat subtly.

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"There wasn't even a class last week," she says, watching his hands and trying to ignore it. "I could always tell the professor something came up." Not what, exactly. But something.

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"I don't think I'll go to my first period classes," John decides. "That okay?"

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"That's fine," she says, finishing the eggs because they look done enough and getting a plate for him. "Whatever you're comfortable with."

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"She's a keeper, John. Ask her for some toast too."

Bathrobe now, fuzzy pink slippers and curlers in his non existent hair.

"No," he snaps, whirling around to where he sees Scorpius. "Be quiet for one damn minute."

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She frowns, taken aback, then realizes he's probably not talking to her. She just watches him.

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"He won't shut up," John explainsm turning back to her. "He wants toast."

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"He doesn't deserve toast," she says firmly.

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That gets a smile out of him. So, he steps closer and kisses her softly.

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She kisses him back just as softly. And then she orders, "Sit."

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"Okay." He wanders back to the sofa and flops down.

Scorpius sits down next to him.

John turns away from him.