Not Good at Nice

In the last few days, Aeryn's fought with one friend, maybe past the point of being fixable, been attacked by another, figured out another had a crush on her, and then decided another probably isn't going to want much to do with her unless she fixes the first thing, which she isn't sure she wants to do.

Long after Molly leaves 209, Aeryn heads down the hall, opening the door with her key. Careful not to wake John, she closes the door and crosses the room to crawl into bed next to him. Not that she can manage to do anything right there, either, this week. Whatever, she's not leaving.

It really was a lot less complicated back when all her friends did was help her get sentenced to death.

Aeryn's needed something to do all day, which is why 238 looks a lot neater than it has in a while. It's impossible not to think, so she hasn't tried to avoid it, she just had to be doing something as she did that. The gym yesterday had helped a lot, though she has to wonder when she learned to do the talking thing, too.

Of course, once that's done, she tries to busy herself in other ways, including being very annoyed at the television and everything on it. There was even a special trip back to 209 for the Nerf gun. Things are happier when she shoots stuff, it's weird.