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Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

John was lounging on the sofa in the common room, bowl of popcorn on his lap, watching the Good Eats Breakfast Week marathon. He had nothing better going on and Alton Brown made cooking absolutely fascinating. "Ooh! So that's how the donut gets its hole..." he muttered, eyes transfixed by the screen.

The only problem with this activity was that it was making John hungry for breakfast foods.

[ooc: OPEN! zomg so bored at work!]

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"I can't say I'm sorry I told Molly because if I hadn't, I'd probably still be upset about the whole thing." He didn't think Annette was being very fair saying she had no one to talk to. She had a boyfriend and tons of friends, as far as he knew.

John may have winced as he turned his torso to face her. "But, I'm not avoiding you, I'm just busy. If I'd known you wanted to hang out, I would've been there for you." Assuming he was free, what with Fandom Chicken and non-dates and making out with his roommate...

"And, for future reference, Annette, you have me to talk to. So long as it's not me that's part of the problem."

She did have a ton of friends but none that she would willingly talk to about what she did. It was horrible. He was the only she would want to talk to because it involved him directly. Except for Dick. But Dick didn't really seem to care one way or the other.

"I don't want you to be sorry for talking to Molly, John. Everyone needs someone to talk to. And Molly is such a great girl. I just wish certain things could not have been mentioned. I feel bad enough as it is and it is very awkward hearing about this from a third person and learning that you talked about me and what I did. That was hard to swallow."

She waved a hand gently and looked down, "You aren't a problem and haven't been a problem. Somethings, John, just need to be kept private. Hell, you could have ranted and raved at me for as long as it took for both of us to get over the upset and deal with it."

"Right, I can understand you not wanting Molly to know certain details, and I'm sorry my telling them hurt you." It wasn't like he'd told Molly on purpose. It'd just sort of fallen out of his mouth and he'd told Molly right away that Annette was going to clear it all up.

"I don't think ranting and raving would have helped me much, but I'll keep that thought in mind," he said quietly.

"I didn't mean literally but whatever, John." Was he being sarcastic? Sometimes Annette just couldn't pin guys down.

"Thanks for...listening, or whatever...see ya," she turned to leave.

He was not being sarcastic. "Hey, I mean it that I'm around. You know, if you want to talk or get a drink or whatever," he didn't like the sound of her see ya. He'd get up, but his torso was still a bit sensitive ~~due to ongoing sparring.~~

She looked back over her shoulder at him and because the way her last few days have gone and then crying on the phone with Phale last night, and then arguing with Dick and semi-making up, and then Turtle last night, and then Ronan not wanting her help in the kitchen, and then there was Molly, and the whole braid thing... Annette was feeling about two inchest high.

She started blubbering like a baby.

"Oh, Annette! Don't cry!" John jumped off the sofa with a groan, and moved to give Annette a hug. "I'm so sorry!" He didn't know it wasn't all about him.

She knew he didn't but how could she tell him all of that and more. There was a bunch more... he didn't want to hear her rambling anyhow.

She went into his arms, light and carefully even though she didn't know he was sore.

He wrapped his arms around her and let her cry, intending to stay that way as long as she needed. ~~Breakfast marathon be damned!~~

Fortunately for John, Annette was not a lingering blabber-er. With a few sniffles and the wiping of her cheeks, she peeked up at him and whispered, "Sorry."

He smiled down at her, "It's okay."

"It's not...but I appreciate you saying so anyway." She pressed her cheek back to his chest and hugged him again, still not hard. Hugs were nice, hugs made people feel better.

John hugged her back. He liked her hugging him more than he would ever admit to himself.

He went for an old standby to help her feel better. "Whatever you do, Annette, I do not want you to laugh, okay?" he said smiling down at her. "Laughing is the worst thing you could possibly do right now and I forbid it."

She pulled back slightly and looked up at him, curious, then she started grinning. And that was all it took. She started laughing and she started laughing hard. "You...are...crazy! But I love you for it, John!"

John was glad to hear her laugh and joined in, "Hey! I warned you about laughing, missy!"

"Oh, yeah! Whatcha going to do about it?"

"This!" John reached out to tickle her, having found that effective during the hallway incident.

Annette giggled like mad which made her hurt feelings diminish greatly. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Johhhhhhn!"

John snickered, "What? You're not ticklish are you?" He reached to tickle again.

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