Old habits died hard, and John knew it better than most. Ever since the morning he'd come up and found Alice's things out of his room, he hadn't been able to stop watching for her. It wasn't anything big, of course; just it was weird not to have her sticking to him like a limpet
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She'd been good in trying to avoid him. She hadn't seen him at all since the thing with House (which she was actively trying to forget, anyway). Because if she saw him, Alice wouldn't know what to say. Now that she knew that John was (at the very least) an object of lust, she might be awkward.
Humming to herself as she walked in bare feet, she rounded a corner, hands in her pockets.
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She almost looked smaller than before, which was, of course, impossible. Still. He blinked, scrunching his eyes shut and open again. "Hey." What was she doing up at this hour?
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She bit her lower lip to hide the broad smile that was threatening to crack through. "Hey." Now that she hadn't seen him in a while, his shoulders almost looked broader, his arms bigger. "How're you?" She left her hands in her pockets, trying to look comfortable in front of him.
"I was going to get some tea. You should come with."
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Still, even as he spoke, he looked down at the congealing mug. "... Okay, I had coffee." Screw it. He got up, yawning.
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