Axe blinks a little and looks at her clock. She pretty sure something is wrong with them but she's not entirely sure what. She decides to keep quiet about it for now. They seems like they're in a good mood at the moment and she doesn't really wanna ruin it. She just leans in and kisses the slit where their maw opens and stares at them a bit.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #FF00BF">Like you said sweetie Marcial is tough as nails. He'll be fine and you can yell at him until he dies of old age in two years.</span>" She says cracking some obviously purposely tactless joke. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">We can go visit him in the hospital tomorrow, okay? I don't work again so we'll have plenty of time.</span>" She attempts to comfort them by rubbing his shoulders. It was at this point she started to piece together what was really bothering Nit. How they started to act a bit off the moment she mentioned that incident. She took a deep breath and decided to hold onto her thoughts for now. She'll bring it up when she's less exhausted. For not she continued to comfort her timepiece and wait for their ride.<br/><br/>An hour and a half of silence only occasionally broken by Axe humming this song or that song. The most obvious when she smiled and hummed her's and Nit's song. If anything was going to sooth her saddened beast it was that... and maybe a nice steak. After the car arrived Axe made sure to keep an umbrella over them both as they headed to the car. She smiled at the driver and gave him a nod upwards. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">What's up daw-... bro.</span>" She catches herself from saying something that could be misconstrued. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">To our home if you would be so kind.</span>" She politely requests of the dog.<br/><br/>The ride was a bit awkward at first when Nit was so still and silent. Axe had a slightly concerned look on her face as she had long since pieced together what was going on in his head. Compounded guilt from hurting the ones he loved. In a way she was almost proud of him. Theses kind of emotions confirmed what Penelope had always believed. That deep down Nit did feel shame for what he did and that he may have even felt sorry for his actions. She knew he was no monster. Monsters had no remorse. She moved closer to him and lifted up his arm by the metallic hand putting it over her shoulder as she snuggled up to him, laying on his chest. The only thing she uttered was a soft, slow... "<span style="color: #FF00BF"><span style="font-style: italic">Tap on my window... knock on my door.</span></span>"