Room 209, Thursday night

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Today Aeryn actually is studying. Trying to, at least. It's not like she actually likes homework, and she has more finals now than she did last semester. So occasionally the book might be thrown across the room, and she'll have to get up and get it, and then start again. It's a system.

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After stopping by Cam and Angela's fight, John's standing in front of Aeryn's room. He knocks quietly on the door.

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That would be the sound of a driver's ed manual hitting the bathroom door. Figuring she knows who it is, she calls, "It's unlocked."

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John hesitantly steps inside the door.

"Everything all right?"

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"The entire English language was created by an idiot. Or more likely, a group of idiots. Can you get that?" she asks, pointing at the book.

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"Sure." He comes inside and shuts the door before retrieving her book. "Need any help?"

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"Cancel finals?"

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"Sorry, honey." He drops the book beside her and leans down to kiss her gently. "Any other way I can help?"

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"A car would also help," she says. "I think I can figure most of it out on my own without the book, but that's difficult without that actual car."

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"Don't have that either." He kisses her again though. "Massage? Funny jokes? Cuddles? Pillow fight?"

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"Just come here," she says. Because she could complain more, but it's kind of pointless.

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He smiles and flops down beside her on the bed.

"Ta-da!"

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"This is all your fault," she tells him matter-of-factly.

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"I...what?" John's confused now. "What did I do?"

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"I could have gone anywhere that I actually knew everything already. But no, I had to come back here," she says. "All your fault."

It might scare her later to know she talked about this so casually.

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"Sorry?" Even though he's not.

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"You should be," she says. Even though she doesn't mean it.

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"Can I make it up to you?"

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"How?" she asks.

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"Um." He shrugs. "No idea. Suggestions?"

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"I'm the displaced one here," she reminds him. "You can stand to be creative."

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"I could...draw your portrait?" He's really unsure right now.

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She blinks at him. "Um. I think there have been enough stick figure drawings of me to last a lifetime."

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"I have no idea," John admits. "I didn't even know I was at fault here."

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"Well," she says, turning to kiss him lightly. "Now you know."

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"Am I in trouble?"