Understanding (2/2)

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-Pico's POV 🔫-

We start walking to Nene's from my apartment and I look up at the dimming night sky above. It'd be nice to sit there and watch the sunset, but we got shit we gotta take care of first. It's obvious Cyclops was lying about not knowing the whereabouts of Cassandra, and to be frank, his acting was absolutely atrocious.

I look back at Y/n, who's in her own little world right now. I kinda miss walking around and talking with her, even if it was for a bit.

Subconsciously, I make small talk.

"Hey Y/n."

She looks up.

"Pico."

"How's your leg holdin' up?"

"I'll live. Just stings like a bitch when I walk."

"...You need me to help you out?"

"...Yes, please."

I stray back and put my arm on her shoulder, forcing her to put less pressure on her leg and more pressure into me instead. I'm not exactly doing so hot either, so I kinda need this too. I carefully maintain a steady walking pace for the both of us up until we reach Nene's house.

I knock on the door and listen to the heavy footsteps approaching.

Darnell.

The door opens and I Darnell's eyes slightly widen at the state of Y/n and I. "Who the fuck tore you two up?" He asks.

"I'll talk to you about it later, now's really not the time, Darnell." I mumble, helping Y/n into Nene's house and I close the door behind us.

The door to the basement flies open and Nene comes trotting happily into the hallway to greet us. "HELLO, PIC— who the fuck tore you guys up?" She asks... the exact same way as Darnell. I drop my head.

"I'll tell you and Darnell about it later, just not now."

She shrugs and steps away from the basement door. "He's all yours! All I ask is that I can watch you torture him..." an eerie smile creeps onto her face. Darnell and I exchange glances before we both shrug and head down to the basement all together.

"How are you doin', Y/n?" Darnell asks.

"I've felt much better before. I'd rather not have this shitass stab wound." Y/n half jokes. They both start chuckling.

We reach the basement and I see Cyclops, blindfolded and tied to a chair in the dead center of the room. Stab wounds and burn marks adorn his body, from his neck to his shins.

He turns his head towards us, his breathing steady but alert.

"Prick-o."

"Wannabe pirate."

He scoffs at me and turns away. "He gave us some info about Cass, so that immediately tells us that he's still in contact with her," Nene sighs. "He's difficult, but we're getting there!" She giggles.

I take a glance at Y/n, who's fuming at the sight of Cyclops.

"You wanna deal with this asshole while I go talk to Nene and Darnell about the situation?" I ask her.

"With pleasure." She says, searching and pulling out a medical kit from a nearby cabinet.

The hell's she gonna do with that?

-Y/n's POV-

I watch Pico gesture to Nene and Darnell before they head upstairs. I pull a chair up in front of him, sitting backwards on it and lay the side of my head on the back rest.

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