John's not sulking so much as being incredibly lazy. There are cartoons on his television, chips on the table in front of him and a drink close by. He doesn't feel like moving or thinking hence the mindless cartoons and the fattening foods.

[For the girlfriend]

John likes to sprawl. He especially likes to sprawl if Aeryn's in bed with him.

So, he's sprawling. On his stomach, arms and legs spread out and face buried under a pillow.

He's very comfortable.

John loves Friday's. The prelude to the weekend, the first night of staying up late without worrying about an alarm clock in the morning and all that good stuff.

Of course, Friday would be the day John's up early for no particular reason. So, with energy to spare, he's taken to the rearranging furniture as quietly as he can without waking Aeryn

After a *handwave* visit to the school's clinics, John's hobbling back into his room a bit grumpily. Well, hobbling's not the word. He's kind of hopping and scooting and scowling at the crutches he'd been given.

"Stupid clinic," he mumbles before tossing the crutches onto the floor and hopping over to the couch.

John had scurried out of Rory's room before Aeryn. Not because he didn't want to see her but because he'd wanted to prepare the room.

He lights one candle, hides the remote, puts on his best bleach stain shirt and...tapes his mouth shut.

John and Aeryn are back at the dorms at Aeryn's request. John's not entirely sure why but he goes with it because he's whipped she never does anything for no reason at all.

"What's goin' on?"

John hasn't spent a lot of time in this room since Angel left. It's hard and he misses his friend. Still, he's here now, writing a letter to his mother to send in hopes that it gets there before the end of the month.

He keeps expecting Sean to nip at his fingers or Angel to come prancing out of the bathroom half naked. It just stays quiet.

John is still in bed. He hasn't bothered to eat or drink or do much of anything. Less moving, more sleeping. It's a good plan.

John...is totally modelling his crown in front of the mirror. Shut up, he's never been a prince before.

John hangs up with Aeryn, grabs the sea monkeys and heads out the door. Of course, in doing so, he forgot his shoes and socks so he's barefoot and grinning.

He knocks on Aeryn's door.

"Special delivery!"