Neo lay next to Trinity in their bed. She had curled up next to him, using his shoulder for a pillow. He listened to her soft breathing, reaching for her wrist every so often to feel her pulse. "What are you doing?" she yawned the next time he did so. Startled, Neo let go of her small hand. "Checking," he responded. Trinity gave him a quizzical look. "Checking what?" Neo smiled an embarrassed smile. "I was checking your pulse to make sure you were ok." Trinity smiled and rolled over to kiss him when she heard it. Any noise could be heard in the cabins, the high metal ceilings made sure of it, but the noise had been loud nonetheless.
"What was that?" Trinity asked. She was about to pass it off as someone walking around the ship and kicking a pipe when she noticed the pained expression on Neo's face. "Oh God, what is it?" she asked, fully concerned. "You know when you crack something without meaning to and then it hurts like hell?" Trinity nodded. "Well, I just did that to my wrist." A look of guilt settled on Trinity's face. "I'm so sorry," she said, the guilt had moved from her face to her voice. "Trin, its fine, don't worry." She gave him a doubtful look. "Trust me, I'll be fine." She gave him one more look. As she started to shift back into her previous position, Neo began to say something.
"It would be better," he began. "If you kissed it better." Trinity sat up. "What?" Neo held his wrist with his other hand and held it up to her. "Kiss it better. Kiss the owie." He gave her the look of a five-year old child. Trinity gave him a look of disbelief. "I'm not your mother, Neo." Neo gave her the saddest look he could possibly manage. "Pwease! It hurt thiiiiiiiis much!" He showed her with his arms while saying 'this.' "Is that so?" He nodded sadly and held out his wrist again. Trinity wondered if there was anybody in the world who could deny him something when he was acting that cute.
She took Neo's wrist in her hands and as she began to bring it to her lips, Neo jerked away. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Kissing it better," she replied. "Kissing what better?" Neo asked, taunting her to play his little game. Trinity stared at him in disbelief. "I'm not saying that." Neo gave her a sad look again and pouted. "Kiss my owie better!" "No." "Why?" "Because." "Why?" "Neo!" "Why?" Trinity grabbed his wrist angrily and kissed it gently. "Is your stupid 'owie' better now?!" she asked angrily. Neo smiled and nodded. "Yes." "Well good."
Trinity curled up again, still slightly pissed off. "Trin?" "Hmm?" "You're the bestest owie kisser in the world." Trinity had to laugh. "Thank you," was all she said as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.