239/240, Tuesday night

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After returning from flight club, feeling a little better about some things, Aeryn wanders back to her room. She's assuming her roommates are probably at that party in town, but Aeryn isn't really in a party mood and knows John's going to want to talk, and she doesn't want it to be public

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John knocks on the door, shoving his hands in his pockets to stop his fidgeting.

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From her spot on her bed, Aeryn greets him with "Hey."

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John steps inside and leans against the wall nearest the door. "Hey. How was your day?"

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"Could have been much worse," she says. "Yours?"

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"Long." John kicks his heel against the wall. "Very long. So..."

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Aeryn shakes her head. "You can come inside, you know."

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John pushes away from the wall and wanders over to her bed. He stops when he's standing in front of her. "I don't know where to start," he says helplessly.

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Aeryn scoots forward on the bed, crossing her legs under her. "What needs to be said?"

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John nods and just decides to dump it all. "We...have trouble communicating. I like to talk, you don't like to talk. And that's okay. The only thing I'd like to ask is that, if I do something that upsets you, could you tell me? When you bottle it up, that worries me more then if you simply said something."

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"And what if saying something worries me more than trying to kill a punching bag?" she asks.

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John laughs nervously. "Good point, I guess. I mean, do we have that many problems? That I send you to the punching bag that often?"

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Aeryn rolls her eyes. "If you were always the problem, I would just hit you and you'd know- undoubtedly- that you were the problem."

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John breaths a quiet sigh of relief. "Well, that's a relief, at least. Can I ask, and this isn't a slight or anything like that, are you afraid of saying something to me about me?"

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No," she says. "For instance, I'm not afraid when I say you have to stop making my problems your problems. And before you say that my problems are your problems," she says quickly, "I deal with things my way. If it has to do with you, you'll hear it. Probably loudly."

She pauses. "You were being an idiot on Sunday, though."

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John nods slowly. "Okay. I can...try to do that. I'm used to taking on other people's problems. And I can't turn that off about me. I'll wanna try to help you but I can try to let you deal with it."

John winces. "Uh yeah, I kind of got that. I forget, sometimes, that you don't know half of what I'm talking about."

No idea if you got the comment to the deleted post so reposting.

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Aeryn shrugs. "I think everyone does. I look like everyone else, so they assume I fit in. I deal with it."

Think we're good now. *g*