Sikozu stands in Scorpius's chamber; he asks how long it takes for her to recover. "I don't know," she admits. "I've never done this before." Never burned. She walks across to him, turning his face to her with one finger, reaching up to kiss him. He leans into the kiss, and she moves around, kissing his face on the other side. He turns away, but she turns his face back to hers again; this time, he kisses back. It's not even creepy anymore.
But where's the Downer Tag? Oh, here it is. John leans back against their bed, drinking from a flask. Aeryn lies behind him on the bed, propped on a pillow. John's like, "Stark, huh." She hums at him. He gestures with his booze. "Everything old is new again. Except, the old thing's getting really old." He takes another drink and sets the cup aside. He's staring out at nothing. He needs to take a goddamn nap.
"Hi, honey," he chuckles sadly. "Guess what I did at work today? I wore a bomb. A nuclear bomb, in a field of flowers." He closes his eyes and sighs; Aeryn turns to look at him.
"I could get lucky. Tomorrow I could have a bigger bomb." She raises up on her elbows, staring now.
"I could kill more people. Maybe they'll be innocent people. Children, maybe." She watches him, and he swallows, hollowed out. He finally looks up at her, and she reaches out to touch his hair. He closes his eyes, under her hand, as she strokes his tired head. He lowers his face into the crook of his elbow, hiding his face. She rests her hand in his hair. He laces his fingers with hers. He begins to sob.