Nit grunted softly as Coup positioned herself to carry them, staring right at her the whole time. They almost seemed relieved as the weight was taken from their gimpy albeit tended leg, letting out a soft sigh. During this time, they took a moment to arch their back inwards, their dorsal arms being retracted after they pained themselves enough. It would have been preferred if they had choice in direction, but it was not like Coup was going to lead them to anywhere perilous.<br/><br/>There was faith put on her.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I felt pretty... darn close to dying</span>," Nit insisted in a contrasting, sour tone. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm pretty sure... other first-timers to... being slammed into... tables and jabbed in... the face would... think the same. I'm not a... professional fighter like you... weirdos.</span>" From the corner of their eye, they caught Marcial winking back at Coup as he scooped up Nit's sneakers from the ground. They were rolling it and scoffing in response.<br/><br/>As the three climbed the stairs in unison, Nit was left ponderous.<span style="font-style: italic"> Did </span>they love Axe? Did they really, genuinely, authentically, and<span style="font-style: italic">honestly</span>love her? This was strictly a yes/no question, obviously. If they truly loved her, then she would probably not be in the hospital like she was. She would be right here, teasing them with her sexual advances like she always did to frustrate them, or maybe just talking in general. But perhaps they could go over when their injuries cease or at the very least alleviate, wherever the nearest hospital was. Perhaps bring her some hyacinths since they found it so difficult to say sorry with their own words. Perhaps, if the time was right, lean in and feel her tender lips on their nonexistent ones, possibly sticking their tongue in her mouth and having her do the same if it got passionate enough, the two "lovers" making out when no one was around to judge or beat, exchanging slobber, moans, and lust.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I guess</span>," Nit mumbled simply, concealing everything else in the closet of harsh realities.<br/><br/>The three entered the apartment, it as shabby and cramped as it always was. Staring off at the beckoning couch, Nit pointed right at it when Coup asked where they wanted to rest.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Axe would... probably want that... She told me to... sleep there once.</span>" Nit spoke with a soft coo in their tone that seemed near impossible due to their cold personality. But here it happened, and it seemed like a miracle.