Room 238 [Saturday Evening]

[whitedeathpod]

The hangover hadn't been as bad as he'd expected. A small headache, a dry mouth and some minor stomach unease. As the day passed, it'd gotten better and now he's camped out on the couch, staring at cartoons. It was easy this way, ignore what he'd said to Aeryn last night, hope that she didn't think he'd do that to her and try to be normal even

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[can_be_more]

Aeryn went for a walk earlier, finally coming back to the room and taking off her shoes at the door. "Hi," she greets him.

[whitedeathpod]

"Hey," he says back, waving. "Where you been?"

[can_be_more]

"Just walking," she says, heading over towards him, and ignoring the cartoons. "How are you feeling?"

[whitedeathpod]

"I'm okay," he says, reaching out for her hand.