Room 238, Sunday evening

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Aeryn spent her weekend in jail after shooting someone who deserved it, worrying about a possibly-suicidal boyfriend, also worrying that she had no way to contact anyone to check up on said boyfriend, and worrying that she or John might actually have had to go back with Scorpius because she has no idea how bad Peacekeeper Command never wants to hear the name John Crichton again. In short, the weekend's kind of sucked.

After being released by (and threatening) Braca, Aeryn heads back to the dorms, and up to 238. She's looking forward to spending some time in a place without bars.

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He takes some soap from his hair and strokes it down her back.

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She turns to look at him, asking, "What are you doing?"

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"Touching you," he says, writing his name, a heart, and her name in the soap on her back.

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She lets him, finishing washing out her hair and totally not smiling, really.

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He brushes off some soap and leans closer to kiss one shoulder.

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"Having fun?" she asks quietly, turning to look at him.

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"Just reassuring myself," he says, looking up at her, smiling.

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"Of what?" she asks.

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"That you're really here and not still in the pokey," he says.

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She has no idea what a pokey is. "I'm very much here," she assures him, dwelling on that part instead.

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"Good," he says, smiling once more before moving under the water to wash his hair.

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She moves out of the way, trying to avoid hitting the tile at all, just watching him.

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"It's been a long weekend," he says, suddenly tired.

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"It has," she says. "Good thing it's over."

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He nods and leans against one of the walls. "I think I might fall asleep standing up."

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"Not in the shower," she says, turning off the water. "Not when you can get to bed."

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He nods and moves to step out of the shower, grabbing for a towel.

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She steps out behind him, grabbing for another. "Clothes. Bed," she says again, pushing on his shoulder lightly with one hand.

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He dries off some and then stumbles out to the bedroom, over towards the bed and just flops down on it.

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"No," Aeryn says, gettng some of his sleep clothes and tosses them at him. Then she stars getting dressed herself.

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"Yes," he says, using the clothes as mini blankets.

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Once dressed, she goes to comb her hair out. "You can't tell me you can't at least get dressed. You're also partly on my side."

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"Tired," he mumbles again.

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"I'll move you myself if I have to," she warns.

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"Kay," he says and cuddles a pillow.