Room 209, Saturday evening

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Aeryn has decided she's fine with her current schedule of hitting things, shooting things (or not, and heading home. That will probably change next week, but right now, she's good with it. It's much easier than say, shopping.

Okay, there's also laundry, but that had to be done. She barely even notices anymore if some of John's shirts end up in with hers, and puts them away like normal. If she thinks about it, she could very well freak out, so no thinking. She's done with the the weirdness for now. So she finishes putting everything away, closing the closet door and for some reason opens the door to the room.

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John's on his way to her room anyway so he just walks in and smiles at her.

"Hey babe," he greets. "You'd be proud of me. I spent most of the day in the gym!"

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"I must have just missed you," she tells him as a hello. "What were you doing down there?"

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"Basketball, cheerleading, talking to Buffy," he says, coming inside the room and grinning again.

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Aeryn must have expected him to be coming over, since she closes the door. "In that order?"

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"Uh, no. Talked to Buffy first," he says. "And then played basketball."

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"And the cheerleading comes in where?"

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"At the end when Greg and I were goofing off," he explains.

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"Just tell me there were no skirts involved."

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"There weren't," he assures. "Buffy was unimpressed with us."

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"Good Buffy," she says. "I take it you had fun?"

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"Was okay," he replies, sitting on her bed. "How're you feeling?"

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"All right," Aeryn answers. "I shot at things. Those tend to be good days."

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"Bad mood?" he asks.

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She shakes her head and sits next to him. "Gun Club. It was pre-arranged shooting."

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"Oh, good." He smiles at her again. "Not gonna pull off my shoes tonight?"

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"You have two hands," she reminds him, lightly bumping her shoulder against his.

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He toes off his shoes and bumps her back. "You were so eager last night..."

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"I was in a mood last night," she admits, and instead of bumping his shoulder she leans on it lightly.

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"I know," he says. "I was hear to witness said mood." He puts an arm around her shoulders. "I'll deal with those moods."

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"Good," she says, turning to kiss his cheek.

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"You can tell me about them, you know," he says, leaning his cheek against her head. "You don't have to but you can."

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"I know. I just had to do something for me," Aeryn tells him. "Nothing to worry about."

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"Hm. Thought I'd upset you," he admits.

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"No," she says, putting her hand on his knee as a sort of reassurance.

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"When you'd start calling me your boyfriend again?" he asks randomly.