Room 238, Sunday morning

[can_be_more]

Aeryn's spent quite a bit of time on her own since Friday. Because you know, you find out that your closest friend and the one person you've always been able to relate to personally isn't really dead and has instead turned into someone who can blow up a person'a planet just to prove a point and can apparently chop off his own son's hand in trying

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[whitedeathpod]

John's up, having woken shortly after she'd left. After getting over the initial confusion (he didn't remember any sort of fight), he'd let her be and started putzing around the room.

When she gets back, he's on the couch. The tv's off though.

[can_be_more]

"Hi," she greets him, looking to the TV. "Nothing interesting on?"

[whitedeathpod]

"Not on Sundays," he says, shrugging. "Not until later."

[can_be_more]

"Oh," she says. "What are you doing then?"