Fifth floor common room, Sunday evening

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Walter sprawled on the couch with a large plate of nachos and a bottle of fizzy lemonade while he watched a documentary about penguins that left him very nostalgic for CJ Cregg.

Given he was a touch sore from his spar with Tyler the day before, he wasn't moving around quite as much as usual, settling for couch potato'ing for a change.

The gym, Sunday afternoon

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For the record, Aeryn did leave the gym last night. She just wandered around rather than going back to 238. John had said he'd be gone when she got back, so she's really not in a rush to go back to an empty room. So she's back in the gym, working on zero sleep, trying not to think too much as she takes out her frustrations on the punching bag, and failing miserably at that.

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Fifth floor common room, Sunday afternoon

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Nadia had had some sleep, caffeine, a shower, and food, and was feeling much less ducklike more human by the time Sunday afternoon rolled around.

So she was sitting in the common room, wrapped up in a blanket, staring out the window at the snow and pouting.

On the one hand, she was really glad that she'd gotten back from the preserve yesterday and that Walter didn't have to come get her. On the other . . . Chad was in Mexico where it was warm and people spoke Spanish, and she was here, looking out at a bunch of snow coming down rather hard from the sky.

Not fair. Not fair at all.

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