Room 238, Thursday early afternoon

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Aeryn's learned one really important lesson in the last year or so, namely that there is a big difference between random emo and dealing with the fallout of being under a lot of stress. And despite yesterday's talk, she's okay with taking some extra time to do her usual run around the preserve a second time. She'd had a lot of energy she just needed to burn off.

So she's in a better mood when she comes back to the room, though she's not sure how long that will last, if today's anything like yesterday.


[For John.]

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She sits back, leaning against him a little. "We all right?"

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"Yeah," he says, dropping his arm across her shoulders.

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"Good," she says, dropping her head onto his shoulder.

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He rubs her shoulder and rests his head against hers.

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"You okay?" she asks quietly. Weirdly, after all this it doesn't seem right to not be saying something.

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"I'm okay," he says quietly. "Are you?"

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"Mm hm," she says, finding his hand with hers.

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"Good," he says, squeezing her hand and going quiet.