Chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip, she pulled open the door to the outside, then stopped dead in her tracks when she realised how hot and humid the rain had made it. In fact, if John hadn't ended up slightly behind her, she would have stepped backwards.
John had to pull up short to avoid running into the back of Aeryn as she suddenly came to an abrupt halt just inside the door to the outside. He caught himself and took half a step back so that she wouldn't feel crowded. "What's up, you okay?"
She glanced up at him, a worried look in her eyes. "I don't think I can..." she stopped, aware that she was showing a moment of weakness, without thinking. It made her even more thoughtful that, given problematic situations, she would turn to John, on a whim of instinct. "I don't think I can go out in that, John" she finally finished her sentence. "At least, not until it's cooler..."
John tilted his head with a small frown as he looked from her to the muggy outdoors and back to Aeyrn again. "It's not raining anymore, and it's just a little humid, and in this place I really don't think anyone's going to care about a little frizzy hair" he gave her a smile and started to walk past her to head outside but stopped. Something struck him and he turned to look at her, studying her with quiet intensity. "You ... can't tolerate heat ..." he said, it wasn't a question. "It ... it's deadly ... to you ..."
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Date: 2007-04-20 03:41 am (UTC)John had to pull up short to avoid running into the back of Aeryn as she suddenly came to an abrupt halt just inside the door to the outside. He caught himself and took half a step back so that she wouldn't feel crowded. "What's up, you okay?"
She glanced up at him, a worried look in her eyes. "I don't think I can..." she stopped, aware that she was showing a moment of weakness, without thinking. It made her even more thoughtful that, given problematic situations, she would turn to John, on a whim of instinct. "I don't think I can go out in that, John" she finally finished her sentence. "At least, not until it's cooler..."
John tilted his head with a small frown as he looked from her to the muggy outdoors and back to Aeyrn again. "It's not raining anymore, and it's just a little humid, and in this place I really don't think anyone's going to care about a little frizzy hair" he gave her a smile and started to walk past her to head outside but stopped. Something struck him and he turned to look at her, studying her with quiet intensity. "You ... can't tolerate heat ..." he said, it wasn't a question. "It ... it's deadly ... to you ..."