Jason nods and waits for her body to curl against his before he punches the bike to life, grateful he's turned away when the vibrations force the gathering tears from his eyes. Beneath his hands and thighs, the bike guides itself, and Jason moves with it just enough to give the illusion of steering it through the streets, all but worn out by that small effort when they arrive in front of the Bramford building.
Spying a vendor, Jason quickly dismounts and helps Allison off, then buys them two bottles of orange juice. It's the best thing for having been bled, and Jason certainly feels it, his energy stores shallow and used up.
"It'll help," he says, pressing one into Allison's hand before he takes her other, guiding them both into the shelter of the building. Whatever needs saying, it can't happen in the streets, and it's only when he's got his back to the closed door of her apartment that Jason finally lets himself ask.
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Date: 2014-08-21 09:01 pm (UTC)Spying a vendor, Jason quickly dismounts and helps Allison off, then buys them two bottles of orange juice. It's the best thing for having been bled, and Jason certainly feels it, his energy stores shallow and used up.
"It'll help," he says, pressing one into Allison's hand before he takes her other, guiding them both into the shelter of the building. Whatever needs saying, it can't happen in the streets, and it's only when he's got his back to the closed door of her apartment that Jason finally lets himself ask.
"How did you know it was Bruce?"