03 [Accidental Visual] The end of the road

[frell_this_dren]

There's only so long John can stand doing this waiting thing. Hadn't he given Aeryn enough time to come to terms with their situation? He'd pretty much holed himself up on Moya since she'd arrived, working on his wormhole theories to distract himself and give her space. Space she'd already had more than her fair share of, even before she'd

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[frell_me]

Aeryn learned, albeit slowly, that the tablets could be tricky. She was not a tech, her skills with technical equipment were not the sharpest. Why should they be? She was a soldier, she used weapons and ships and her fists as her tools. Of course the past few cycles had taught her much in the value of being more well rounded in her skill sets but she still had no affinity for some things

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[frell_this_dren]

He knew someone would have caught that, he didn't expect it to be Aeryn though. She hadn't answered many other people's tablet messages, and that had wrongly led him to believe she hadn't been paying much attention. His attention had already been on the tablet, wanting to turn it off after his near miss in saying something he'd really regret making public knowledge.

"Ya think?" John snorted out a cynical laugh. It wasn't how he should have responded, he knew that before he'd even finished saying it. "I mean, yeah. We do-- we should."

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[frell_me]

She did not particularly care to be involved in the chatter that seemed nonstop on the small com systems. It was worse than Chiana on a pleasure planet some days. So Aeryn let most things pass without reaction, however the near heart stopping appearance of a second Crichton, however erroneous that idea had been, caught her attention. As did his rant that had inadvertently been broadcast...or was it quite so much the accident? It begged a reply, and this talk between them had been put off far too long already.

Still Aeryn winced at the tone when he replied, even with the softer addition to it. "I've located my Prowler, I can join you on Moya or if you prefer to bring your module here..." She gave him the option to do as he wished. "I would rather not have this broadcast across the city." Darkly humorous tone, considering the city wide transmission was what brought this to a head in the first place.

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[frell_this_dren]

"You should come up," his cynical tones already waining, John gave her the smallest of smiles. It was good to just hear her voice. His usual brand of optimism was playing a big part in the way he was replying now, convinced that she was ready to open up to him and trust him. If she wasn't, then he'd be as unprepared as ever for the metaphorical kick to the stomach he'd be getting.

"Getting featured in a gossip column, ain't exactly my bag either," he laughed.