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Cameron thinks John is waving at him and waves back. "Yo, man. Fancy meeting you here."

"My room feels too small," John tells him. "Too much going on in there."

"I'm hurt, John, I am. We were going to play Monopoly."

"No, we weren't," he says quietly. Tightly. "Shut up."

"Hmmm, is Angel up to something?" Cameron asks and frowns slightly as he didn't catch the last part.

"Angel's down with an injury," John tells him. "Laid up for a few days, I think."

"Cameron looks like you."

"I know! I have eyes, you idiot."

"I know you have eyes, dork." Cameron frowns. "What happened?" He really needs to pay more attention to the radio, but he's trying to forget about the kissing list Jaye made.

"We do need a fourth for poker night, John. Invite him!"

"No. No poker, no Monopoly. Would you just shut up and go look at porn like I told you to?"

"Porn?" Cameron stares at John, wondering if he missed something as it doesn't feel like they're having the same conversation. "What the hell are you going on about, man?"

John finally snaps out of his current conversation and looks up at Cam.

"Oh. Sorry."

And he blushes and looks away.

Cameron blinks. "You alright?"

"Peachy," John says but the lie is evident in his voice.

Scorpius appears over Cam's shoulder, wearing overalls and a straw hat. "We should grow a peach farm, there boy. Whatcha think about that?"

"Goddammit," John snaps and rubs the spot over his eye.

Frown deepening, Cameron watches John carefully. "Doesn't look peachy."

"You really should seek medical attention for this persistent headache, John. After all, I, now, know you best."

"You don't know me!" John shouts.

Cameron startles and holds up his hands. "Well enough to know that something's up, but if you don't want to talk about it just say so. No need to bite off my head, man."

John looks up, clearly confused.

"What?"

And now he's not sure anymore how he needs to respond. "You were shouting."

"Oh." He blushes again. "Sorry. It wasn't at you."

"Okay," Cameron says slowly. "Then who were you shouting at?"

John squirms uncomfortably.

"Nothing."

"If you persist in calling me nothing, I will persist in doing anything I possibly can to catch your attention."

"So nothing doesn't know you. Makes sense," Cameron pokes at his food as he's not sure how to change the topic. Or if he even should.

Scorpius goes in stereo just then, ringing in both of his ears. John waves and swipes frantically and flaily.

"Dude," Cameron pulls John's glass and plate away before he can knock them off the table. "What the hell is going on?"

"I have a headache," John says, bowing his head and staring at the table.

Cameron's not sure what sort of headache makes you flail. "Did you take something?"

"No." John shrugs, swatting at a spot near his shoulder again. "Doesn't help."

"Bummer. Didn't hit your head, did you?" Cameron smiles, trying to show that he's joking although he might be wondering just a bit.

"A funny man! Invite him to come play poker with us!"

"There is no poker. None. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Shut up, you paleface freak."

The smile falters, taking place for a frown again. "Are you still not talking to me?" He asks, getting slightly annoyed.

John looks miserable.

"No. Sorry."

Cameron sighs and pushes John's glass and plate back towards him. "I'm just going to ask this one more time," he says softly, but firmly. It's not an ultimatum, he's just getting worried. "What's going on, John?"

"I don't know," he answers honestly. "I just need to stay in my damn room."

"Why?"

He just shakes his head again.

"I should go. This isn't good. If you...Aeryn knows what's going on. I don't know."

Which really doesn't help with the whole worrying. "Eat first?"

He shakes his head again.

"You can have my share. Not up to eating right now."

"Thanks." Even if his own appetiate might be failing on him as well. "I've got something you might like. I'll show you tomorrow if you're up for it?"

He shrugs one shoulder.

"Maybe. Catch you later, man."

And he leaves, still swatting at places near his shoulders and ears.

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