Room 238, Thursday after class

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Aeryn's already had a busy day, between class and phone calls, and now she needs to go back to 238. Reason number one being that she needs to check up on her klutz of a boyfriend. Reason number two being she needs to change clothes, because her underwear is still soaked from class. Not dirty.

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Aeryn nods. "I spent part of my morning trying to reason with Angel. I've had a lot of practice with this today."

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"Maybe tomorrow," he says and lays back down. "No clinic right now."

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Okay, Angel was not supposed to be less difficult. "And what if it's worse tomorrow? Your foot really could fall off."

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"It won't fall off," he says and glares at his foot. "We've had a talk."

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"Did you get that agreement in writing?"

Yes, Aeryn has been on this planet for nearly a year. Can you tell?"

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"I trust my foot to listen to me," John says back. "We have a verbal trust."

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"Your foot has a mouth?"

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John goes to answer but ends up cracking up instead.

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Aeryn totally rises up on her knees to look at the bottom of his foot.

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John notices and ends up laughing harder.

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"Your species is stranger than I thought, I don't trust your foot," she says, though she's pretty sure he really is joking about the verbal agreement thing now. It's been a long week.

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"I'm okay," he says again. "I'll be better as the day goes on and the swelling goes down. It doesn't look nearly as ugly as it did yesterday, right?"

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"No, it doesn't. But bruising can sometimes take a while to show up." Yes, she's being stubborn.

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"You know, you didn't go to the clinic earlier this week," John points out. Ha.

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"First, I wasn't about to go outside again the way I was. Second, I was better by the time I got back here. Third, I doubt anyone there would have known what to do for it," she says. "Tell you what, when you go, I'll go along and warn the clinic about my problem."

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John pouts. Adorably.

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"Why does everyone try pouting at me?" she wonders.

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"Because sometimes I get kisses after pouting!"

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"Sometimes," she reminds him. "But now you're being stubborn."

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"If it's still bad tomorrow, I'll go," he says. "Today, I can just rest."

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"Fine. Then maybe you'll get the sponge bath and kisses tomorrow," she says, taking a seat on the bed again.

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"You're holding affection over my head because I wanna rest today?" John scowls at her. "Mean."

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"Concerned," she counters.

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"Evil," he retorts.

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She sighs, and leans in to kiss him lightly. "Better?"