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Outside Room 238, After Fourth Period

Sam knocked on the door, ready to help set up for that evening. After all, they needed somewhere to store the extra party snacks, right?

She looked at her To Do list:

Weapons Drop Off/Pick Up
First Aid/Medical Area
Comms
--Laptops
--Cell Phones
--Ear Pieces

Time to get to work.

[ooc: Will eventually be edited to be the support group center.]

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"Crazy Squid Lady?" John frowns. "You ran into her? Did she touch you? Did she talk to you?"

"Tomorrow," she tells him, surveying the room again, still not letting go because she doesn't have to. "We'll deal with that tomorrow."

"There's stuff all over my bed," he murmurs. "I don't know where I can take you to relax."

"I'm not sure I can relax," she admits.

"Honey," he says, sliding his other hand under her shirt to rub her back. "What can I do?"

"This is good."

"You need to be somewhere quiet," John says and makes to pull away from to check on something.

Actually, Aeryn should be helping somehow, but everyone seems to have things handled and everything's out of her hands anyway. She just frowns when he pulls away, expecting explanation. Still clingy.

"I wanna take you outta here," he says. "You need to sit down and try to rest."

Aeryn just sort of sighs, but doesn't fight it. She really does not want to fight with him after tonight. There will be enough trauma tomorrow.

"It's your choice," he says, coming back over to her. "We can stay here or we can go next door. Either one, you're resting."

"Here's okay," she says. "I don't feel right leaving like this." Plus, in case of retaliation, she'd really rather be here.

"Okay." He leaves her briefly, retrieving a pillow and blanket from his bed. Then he finds an open piece of floor and drops the pillow.

"Lay down," he says gently.

She wouldn't be Aeryn if she wasn't difficult. So she sighs heavily and sits.

John sits beside her and turns her so she's on her side. Carefully, he slides up behind her and wraps and arm around her waist, pulling her against him.

He drapes the blanket over them for warmth.

"This okay?"

"I'm not going to be sleeping," she insists, comfortable or not. Possibly never sleeping again. Putting security on the door. Systems and thugs.

"Okay," he says, not up for pushing her. Instead, he flips up her shirt and starts drawing soothing circles on her belly. With the blanket over them, no one can see.

Aeryn sighs again in mock-frustration. Damn him.

"Be quiet and rest," John scolds.

She makes a face at him that he can't see, but places one hand over his.

John yawns and buries his face in her hair near her neck and shoulder.

"We'll talk tomorrow?" John asks sleepily.

"Yeah," she tells him, because they really probably have to. She'll let him sleep. She'll just watch the door.

"M'kay," he mumbles, breathing and sighing quietly. "Don't leave without telling me or something."

"I won't," she promises.

"G'night then," he mumbles, "I love you."

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