[ By the time he’s elbowed in the side, a laugh has replaced the lump in his throat. It might surprise others who know him for his sincerity, but he takes comfort in the quick shift to teasing and normalcy. He lets himself sit back on his hands and watch Cain again, just for a minute. What’s the point in being clever, if he can’t commit moments like this to razor-sharp memory? ‘Course he wants to help Cain in every way he can, whether that’s helping explain concepts or standing back, as he does now.
Up on his feet, then, attention on the bike for final checks. ]
Oh, they’re already dashed. [ tossed over his shoulder without a hint of dourness. ] Go on then.
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Up on his feet, then, attention on the bike for final checks. ]
Oh, they’re already dashed. [ tossed over his shoulder without a hint of dourness. ] Go on then.