Circe came home to silence. Loki appeared to be working on some sort of serum, but she realized that Nervous was nowhere to be seen. She decided to ask Loki where Nervous was, but as she walked up to him, she spotted the bruises and scratches on his hands and face.

"What happened, Loki?"

"Oh, just a bad experiment. No big deal."

"Okay," she responded, but she didn't believe him.

As she started to walk past the door to the basement, she could hear faint whimpers and cries of pain coming from below. As Circe opened the door, she spotted a trail of blood going down the stairs. As she carefully walked down, she noticed that the trail of blood led directly to Nervous' room. When she opened his door, she nearly screamed at the sight: Nervous was curled up in the farthest corner of his cage, his face covered in blood and his body horribly bruised. She ran up to him with tears in her eyes.

"No doubt Loki's doing…" she whispered to herself.

She grabbed a nearby cloth and wet it before she started to wipe away the blood from Nervous' face.

"What happened this time, Nervous?"

"I ate. I was hungry, so I decided to get some cereal, but apparently I'm not allowed to eat…"

Circe gasped in horror as Nervous recounted his fight with Loki. He finished by saying, "… and it was my fault," as he started to cry, "it's always my fault," with tears running down his bruised face.

She gently pulled him to her to comfort him.

"Shh… It's not your fault. Loki is just a cruel bastard," as she herself started to cry.

As Nervous looked up to her face and Circe looked down to his, their eyes met. They moved their faces closer and closer together until their lips met. At first, Nervous was unsure, but he wrapped his arm around Circe's neck and pulled her in closer. After about a minute, they finally pulled away from each other. They just laid there together and stared into each other's eyes until they heard Loki approaching the basement door, calling for Circe, "I'm going upstairs to look through the telescope. Don't wait up for me in bed."

Nervous sighed as he started to pull away from Circe, but a panicked look came across his face.

"Oh God, Loki is going to kill me! He is going to torture me until I break if he finds out what we did."

Circe pulled him back to her as she said, "Don't worry about him. He doesn't care about me enough anyways. It's his loss for not loving me enough."

She stood up and then decided to carry Nervous up to her room, as she had started to sleep in a different room from Loki, as if he would ever notice.