2nd floor common room, evening

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Cameron's in the common room. It might appear as if he's just watching the Cartoon Network while in fact he's making notes. Apparently thanks to professor Tick, cartoons are now great study material for Criminal Justice classes. There's a bunch of homemade chocolate cakes on the table, but he doesn't seem to be touching them.

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Aeryn waves back. "Hi."

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"How's it going?" John asks.

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"Fine," she says, shrugging in her I'm-in-a-mood-and-I-don't-know-why way. "How are you?"

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"Fine," he says slowly because he knows that shrug. He cocks his head at her. "Day okay?"

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"Wasn't bad," she says. Anticipating a question, she says, "And no, I don't know."

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John frowns but leaves it alone. "All right. You know where to find me if you wanna talk."

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"There's nothing to talk about," she tells him. "Maybe it's getting back to classes...? I don't know."

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"Aeryn, I didn't mean anything by it," he says, holding a hand up. "It was just an open invitation to come see if you wanted too."

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"I know. I shouldn't speak anymore, think," she says. "Everything's coming out wrong today."

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"Aeryn," he says and smiles. "It's just a bad day. It'll pass."

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"How do you know this isn't actually my default state?"

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"Because I know better," he says simply.

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Aeryn makes her way over to him just to swat at his shoulder lightly. Just because.

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In retaliation, John pokes her stomach with his finger.

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Aeryn elbows him not too hard.

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"Why're you so violent, snuggle bunny?"

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"That's my default," she says, hitting him again in the shoulder because he just called her that in the common room.

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"Ow!" John rubs at his shoulder. "C'mon, it's just a nickname. No need to hit me."

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Aeryn sighs. "All right, no more talking for me and no physical contact. Much easier that way."

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"No physical contact?" John frowns exaggeratedly.

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"I'm afraid it would only be misinterpreted if I tried anything," she nods.

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"Aww, honey," John says, reaching for her hand. "You're just having a bad day."

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If Aeryn were the pouting type, she'd do so right now. As she's not, she just sighs and squeezes his hand a little.

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Looking around the common room, he lowers his voice and asks, "Do you need the Crichton cure?"

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Also lowering her voice, she says, "If that's innuendo, it certainly couldn't hurt."