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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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Annette found her way in here between workshops which meant she wasn't actually staying very long. She just wanted some poptarts. She headed to the pantry and started going through it, unmindful of the occupant who was sitting and watching TV.

John looked up from TV screen when he heard someone walk into the common room. "Hey Annette!" he said cheerfully.

She looked over then back to shuffling through the pantry. "Oh. Hi. John."

"How's your week going?" he inquired.

"Oh um gee, let me think about that for a second..." Yeah, might be a little bit apparent that she was not too happy with him. Or not really with him per se, but the whole situation that she had found herself in because of him. And her if she must admit to that.

John could tell she wasn't happy with him, and it didn't take him long to remember what Molly'd told him on Monday. "Great! You're mad at me because Molly talked to you. I didn't ask her to, you know," he said earnestly.

Annette stared at John for a moment then took herself over to the couch and sat down by him, regarding him with an even expression. "I don't mind that you talked to her John, but about me? And what I said? That really hurt. And before you say anything, I know I hurt you too and deserve a lot worse than being confronted by Molly. I just thought we were better friends. One thing about me is that I tend to run my mouth without thought, without thinking of the other person and I am working on that, I really really am." She paused and looked down at her lap and tried her best not to look hurt.

"I never should have said what I did but I was so scared sitting in that office and the words just tumbled out and I couldn't take them back. I just wish so much that it could have stayed between you and I. I had other people mad at me for hurting you and maybe that is what you wished to accomplish. If you do not want to be my friend, just tell me. I mean lately you seem to be doing a pretty good job of avoiding me anyway," or so it seemed to Annette.

John slumped down low on the sofa. "I didn't have anyone else to talk to, Annette. Molly's my friend and she helped me get over it."

He looked at her without turning his head. "Over it, meaning that I'm not mad at you," he offered. "What do you mean 'avoiding' you?"

"Molly's my friend too, John. For a long time now. Couldn't she have helped you get over it without you pinpointing certain details? Yeah, I said it, but I also said I was sorry. I was sorry from the bottom of my heart. I was so sorry about what I said about you that I -- well, nevermind. But you knew I was sorry. And lucky for you you had someone to turn to. I had/have no one." Dick thinks it's cool that she is a badass which doesn't exactly help her emotionally.

She paused and hated the fact that her eyes misted over, "I'm glad to hear you are not mad at me, but honestly I can deal with it if you are. I wouldn't like it, but I can deal with it. And I don't know, just seems like I haven't seen you much lately which gives me very good indication that you might be avoiding me on purpose." Yes, that was Annette's view on it.

"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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