There were a great many things in Capable's world that Nux didn't understand, and some that he would never. He saw the flinch in her, though, and stilled uncertainly, hand going loose on hers, easy to pull away. Only when she laced their fingers together did he tighten his grip again, and then a little more slowly, a little more carefully. Whatever it is that they had between them, the rules might have be different here than they were out on the Fury Road, where everything had been terror and adrenaline. She had let him kiss her on the cheek then -- but he had been a War Boy with one day left at most, and she had been fleeing for her life. They had curled up together against the horrors outside.

Would she let him kiss her now? he wondered, and let her lead, and didn't try.

He moved quietly through the rooms after her, looking around curiously. He'd never seen any of this part of the Citadel before. When they got to the fountain, he did indeed look completely blank, but he followed her directions a little awkwardly. He leaned down, pushed the button, and startled in surprise as water leapt out and splashed his scarred face. He jerked back slightly, blinking. "It's a... hose?" He leaned back in and took a tentative drink.