[ Myself, he thinks, as the helmet simply winds up in his hands. It’s that natural mix of instinctually reaching for what’s being offered and wanting to be polite.
He looks at the helmet. Green, like Jason knew he’d be coming. Ollie does like to gripe about the ridiculously over-preparedness of bats, like his recycling system is any better.
Connor looks resigned. This is always how it starts. A one-time thing suddenly becomes the next two years of his life.
He puts the helmet on and gets settled on the pillion, gripping the underside of the seat out of habit. ]
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[ Myself, he thinks, as the helmet simply winds up in his hands. It’s that natural mix of instinctually reaching for what’s being offered and wanting to be polite.
He looks at the helmet. Green, like Jason knew he’d be coming. Ollie does like to gripe about the ridiculously over-preparedness of bats, like his recycling system is any better.
Connor looks resigned. This is always how it starts. A one-time thing suddenly becomes the next two years of his life.
He puts the helmet on and gets settled on the pillion, gripping the underside of the seat out of habit. ]
I’m interpreting that as we need to talk.