[ She says it, so now he has to conceptualize this as an actual thing that's happening. Never mind he's led them here with his own words; it's just — for him — a little bit like stumbling down a dark road with nothing but coordinates and a busted compass and the general sense that he's supposed to go north.

He's supposed to try. To wear the shape of what it means to show care and maybe kindness to people, even if he's not that guy by his nature, not naturally. Everything about this is stitched together, pieces of goodness he's picked up along the way. In the end, she could shrug him off and decide she's better going down that road the rest of the way alone and he wouldn't think about her again.

But as a matter of fact, they're existing in this moment together and he thinks he'd like to see her get a little steadier. He thinks maybe putting that bike in his jeep could give her a minute to breathe.

And he thinks she just — might need that. A big part of his reasoning for any of that is he's fresh off of visiting Peaches in prison. He'd just been sitting in her cell, literally, right before he'd ended up here. He remembered thinking about those four walls, about her day in and day out being nothing but eat, shit, sleep, take what they give you. What would she have felt, suddenly being on the outside? And now this girl — she's on the outside after...who knows how long. He holds it all close, lets it guide him. ]

It gets to lay back and enjoy the scenery. Pretty sure it won't mind.

[ His tone is even, calm, no lilting tone or smirk to follow with the humor he's pinned up in the words. ]

You can figure out the radio. Ain't acting right.