Room 209, Friday morning

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Aeryn has no idea where this mood came from, but she doesn't like it and wants it to go away. She's already up and dressed, and debating whether she should attempt going to hit something and having to deal with people, or if she's just going to stay in here for a while.

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John wasn't sleeping very heavily anyway so when Aeryn starts moving around, he rolls over and opens his eyes.

"Hey. Got some place to be?"

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"No," she says, but she continues getting ready anyway. Yep, this is a mood.

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For a moment, John thinks she's going back again. Leaving. It's just for a moment but the panic sharp and acute.

"So...you're getting dressed just to hang out in your room? Come back to sleep."

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"I'm not tired," she answers. "I just need to... do something, I don't know."

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"What's the matter?" he finally asks, sitting up in the bed.

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Pulling her hair back into a ponytail and still not actually looking at him for some reason, she asks, "Who says anything's wrong? Maybe I just want to get out."

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He stares at her for awhile before nodding. "All right. Do you want me to come with you?"

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Aeryn manages not to get snappy. It's not his fault, and she doesn't want to start a fight over absolutely nothing. "You can sleep," she tells him.

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"I'm awake now though," he says, tossing the blanket away. "I could come with you."

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"I'm probably just going to shoot things until I feel better, trust me, you'll be bored," she says, and now she might be getting slightly snappy.

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John frowns but continues getting out of bed.

"You're not feeling good? What's wrong? Your knee hurting?"

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"No. I am fine. I am quite randomly just feeling like I need to shoot things. That's all."

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Frowning again, he reaches for his shirt and slides it on.

"What happened?" he asks again because he really can't help it and this is out of nowhere so he's concerned.

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Sometimes it would just be easier to bang her head against the wall.

"Nothing happened. But in all the talk lately of shopping and and television dates and boyfriends and nail polish, I need to do something that's normal for me. Is that all right?" Okay, the last part might be pushing it, but she can't help it, either.

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"Fine," he says, holding up a hand. "Fine. I was just concerned. I was trying to help."

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"Don't be," she says, but she's actively trying to scale it back a bit now, because he shouldn't even have to deal with this. She doesn't want him to, except now he is and really, she should have seen that coming. "I'm okay."

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"All right," he says idly, sliding his pants on. "I'm sorry you're not feeling yourself. Go shoot things."

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'Not feeling herself' is actually a really good way to put it. She almost wants to apologize, but bites it back because that's not herself, either. "You can stay, if you want."

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"No, there's things I can do since I'm awake," he says absently, brushing his hair into some semblance of order.

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Aeryn nods, walking backwards toward the door. "I'll see you later," she tells him.

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He tries not to let the fact that, besides almost snapping at him a few times, she'd barely looked at him, bother him.

He manages it for the most part. "Sure, fine."

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She gives another nod, and heads out of the room.

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John waits till she's gone before leaving the room as well.