I don't have one, ( he answers, response doing nothing to elaborate on how marc got here in the first place, until a beat later, and he's gesturing towards a motorbike. it's not white — getting it repainted is stunningly high on marc's list of priorities — and it's not the sleek sportsbike he'd owned at home. it's clunky and old-fashioned, built more for touring than speed, and entirely in contrast to marc, bright orange.
there is room for a passenger, even if comfort would be a challenge, even if the closest it gets to practicality — and in that, it does suit marc — is a small top box at the rear of the bike, perfect for storage of small items like... meds. like maybe a lunch. like not much more than that. ) But we can take mine if you'd prefer.
( marc assumes no, and he's still assuming no as his fingers curl around bob's keys. it's only now that marc realises that, at some point, he'd lost his jacket. at the rear of the building? probably, that'd been strange and unsettling in ways he doesn't encounter often.
it's fine. he can buy another one. ) You nearly drowned. ( firm, not unkind, but also not gentle. ) You're not driving.
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there is room for a passenger, even if comfort would be a challenge, even if the closest it gets to practicality — and in that, it does suit marc — is a small top box at the rear of the bike, perfect for storage of small items like... meds. like maybe a lunch. like not much more than that. ) But we can take mine if you'd prefer.
( marc assumes no, and he's still assuming no as his fingers curl around bob's keys. it's only now that marc realises that, at some point, he'd lost his jacket. at the rear of the building? probably, that'd been strange and unsettling in ways he doesn't encounter often.
it's fine. he can buy another one. ) You nearly drowned. ( firm, not unkind, but also not gentle. ) You're not driving.