Room 238 [Wednesday Evening]

[whitedeathpod]

John's turned out all the lights, lit a few scented candles (not girly at all), and made a nest of comfort (pillows, blankets, more pillows and more blankets) on the floor. There's a pizza box beside the pillows and blankets and a few wrapped gifts on the bed.

John's laying in the middle, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for Aeryn.

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[can_be_more]

Aeryn gets back to the room, not really having even expected this. She closes the door, smiling, and says, "No plans for today?"

[whitedeathpod]

"I did this on the fly," he explains, smiling over at her.

[can_be_more]

"Not a bad job," she grins back. "You look comfortable."

[whitedeathpod]

"I am," he says. Umberto's shut up for the most part and, even if he does start talking, John's prepared to stifle all of that, pain or not. "Happy Valentine's Day."