She let Pink steer the bike back to her apartment, and when they finally got upstairs pink just undressed her slowly and made her lay back, then flipped the blinds closed and undressed too. took the wraps off her hands, and made no moves.
"what're you doing here, then?" but pink just put some more sealant on the bruises, pulled the sheet up.
Christina stretched, carefully, sinking into her mattress. "Don't you ever get tired of it?" Pink asked suddenly.
Christina kinda shrugged. "There's not a lot else to life."
Pink rustled the sheets, mindful not to kick her shins for the bruises. "There is, you know."
"Not for me."
"Yeah," and Pink grinned, shoved her playfully, pretty gently. "You really do love it as much as you seem to."
"Yep," and Christina yawned, rolled over, shuffled. Pink's legs were nestled in with hers, and as the sun was visible between her curtains and blinds, Christina slept.