Room 209, Saturday afternoon

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All in all, Aeryn hasn't had the worst week. She discovered bowling, which is more fun when Anakin has to act like a bird, her classes have been going well, visiting people, and... other stuff. She's even been able to deal with random forts and their aftermath and accidental propositioning-but-not. Part of her blames that Massachusetts thing. She's just comfortable right now. In general. In a manner of speaking.

And then earlier she made a phone call she thinks she had to, and just kind of stays in the room for a while.

[Door's closed, post is open if you want to come by. Might be slow pinging at times, but my breaks are becoming more and more frequent, so that might not even make a difference, ha.]

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John knocks on the door, carrying a bag.

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Aeryn's a little slow to get up off the bed and go to the door, but he gets a little genuine smile out of her. "Hi," she says.

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"Hey." He smiles lazily at her. "Not angry with me anymore, are you?" He might be smirking.

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Still with that smile, she shakes her head.

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"Good," he says, coming inside and kissing her cheek on the way. "Brought you some stuff."

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She closes the door behind him, and asks, "Some stuff?"

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"Just some stuff. Ordered it awhile ago for you." He hands her the bag which contains this and this.

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Aeryn looks inside, and it takes her a moment to realize what the electronic thing is. And then she holds up the shirt, raising an eyebrow and almost smiling.

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"That thing," he says, pointing to the weather machine, "is so you always know how hot or cold it is when you're deciding if you wanna go outside. The shirt is just...you."

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She holds up the weather machine. "You mean I don't have to deal with the frelling computer keyboard anymore? I love you."

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"I love you too," he grins. "And this should work in place of that. I can help you set it up. No heat for you. I worry."

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"I appreciate it," she says, and really does. "Thank you."

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"Good," he says and kisses her again. "You're worth it."

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Aeryn smiles again, sliding her arms around him, still holding the bag, and just kisses his cheek softly. She doesn't know what to say, so she lets that do it for her.

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He likes that way of gratitude just fine and he smiles and leans his head against hers.

"How was your day, honey?"

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"Quiet," she says, not moving from this position. "I talked to Angel. All the aspirin is in your room."

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"Talking to Angel gave you a headache?"

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"It very often does," she says, and that's true.

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"What happened?"

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"I don't think it's mine to tell," she says, and is apologetic about it. "The only reason I called was because I was told to."

Well, that was how it sounded.

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"Uh..." Okay, that sounds weird. "Okay. I guess. Is everything all right?"

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She shrugs a little. "I'm not really sure," she admits. "But it should all come out soon enough, really." She thinks. She really has no idea.

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"Aeryn, don't make me worry about you like this."

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"If it was about me, you would know about it," she assures him. "I'm fine."

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"Yes, but you're obviously involved in whatever this is," he points out. "And I worry."