[ Any ease he's made her feel isn't really even conscious on his part, and it's not something he'd be able to interpret or read easily in terms of connecting those feelings to anything he might have done. That just wouldn't be possible, from his perspective. He's not that guy, not like others.
At no point in their exchange so far has he stopped to wonder what he should say or do or what she might need right now. He doesn't approach people or situations with that level of thought or consideration. Whatever comes to the surface is him, unfiltered. Quick and efficient. If he gets it right — maybe he'll try to repeat it, and it becomes habit, something he can repeat because it seemed to go well. In this case, he did something that was right for her because she's taking the ride with him. ]
Amos.
[ The motorcycle isn't light as a feather, but it's not hard for him to pick up, either. A brief grunt, a small smirk, and a nod towards the passenger seat, like it's okay for her to move and sit, he's got it. Getting it in the back of the jeep is the trickier part, but it can stick out, like they said. Won't hurt it.
As he settles in the driver's seat, gets ready to turn over the engine, he notes about the jeep — ]
She's been pretty smooth so far, the ride. Still feeling her out.
[ He'd read through the manual, of course, vehicles like this being new to him. He's been a mechanic in space most of his life, so all the parts and components of this machine are interesting to him, and he's settling into handling it, but the ride will no doubt have its quirks. ]
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At no point in their exchange so far has he stopped to wonder what he should say or do or what she might need right now. He doesn't approach people or situations with that level of thought or consideration. Whatever comes to the surface is him, unfiltered. Quick and efficient. If he gets it right — maybe he'll try to repeat it, and it becomes habit, something he can repeat because it seemed to go well. In this case, he did something that was right for her because she's taking the ride with him. ]
Amos.
[ The motorcycle isn't light as a feather, but it's not hard for him to pick up, either. A brief grunt, a small smirk, and a nod towards the passenger seat, like it's okay for her to move and sit, he's got it. Getting it in the back of the jeep is the trickier part, but it can stick out, like they said. Won't hurt it.
As he settles in the driver's seat, gets ready to turn over the engine, he notes about the jeep — ]
She's been pretty smooth so far, the ride. Still feeling her out.
[ He'd read through the manual, of course, vehicles like this being new to him. He's been a mechanic in space most of his life, so all the parts and components of this machine are interesting to him, and he's settling into handling it, but the ride will no doubt have its quirks. ]
You good?