The Apartment, Cambridge, MA- Saturday evening

[can_be_more]

There was a week to go. A week. Aeryn had no idea how that had even happened, or where the last few months had gone, and it still didn't feel like everything was settled yet. And there was only a week. Seriously

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[whitedeathpod]

John wandered in from the bedroom after a short nap, hair messy and eyes still bleary.

"Whatcha doin?" John asked, flopping down beside her.

[can_be_more]

"Trying to do nothing," she answered, looking over at him. "You still look tired."

[whitedeathpod]

"I just woke up," he said and kissed her cheek. "How're you doing on doing nothing?"

[can_be_more]

"I think I'm failing," she admitted. "I keep feeling like there are things I still need to do."