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[rompot_iisous]

WHO: John Connor and Cameron Phillips
WHERE: Reese Defense Robot Labs
WHEN: RIGHT NOW SMASH
WARNINGS: Uh...none? Idk. I'll edit if that changes.
SUMMARY: buncha chatty cathies up in here
FORMAT: para

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[mobius_bound]

Luck had nothing to do with John not sleeping in the lab. His girlfriend threatening to carry him out of the lab while he was asleep was a more powerful force at work than luck was in the moment.

She gave him space to get his work done, only coming to bother him when he needed reminding to eat, or sleep, or go do something else. Or wear his glasses. Not quite nagging, or at least she hoped not, but telling him once didn't mean it would get done and they weren't think she could do for him.

So.

Right now, she was just coming back from ballet. Wondering if she should go back to the house or check up on John.

Checking up on John won.

[rompot_iisous]

He certainly didn't mind her checking up on him. Or reminding him to do things before he forgot to do them. They would probably never get done at all if she didn't. He acknowledged that much. "Hey."

[mobius_bound]

"Hey." Cameron closes the door behind her after pausing for a moment. She always pauses around him, more so than around Sarah or strangers. Probably a matter of trust or something along those lines. "Have you been home today?"

[rompot_iisous]

Trust would be a good thing. He hopes so, anyway. "Not today. Not yet."