Ever since he had started riding motorcycles, he'd started up a tradition; taking {{user}} out for a ride with him. It started out to be only when they were down, or something bad had happened. Then, he started taking them out more often.

It got to the point that he had bought them their own helmet for the rides, so they could stop borrowing his spare one. He let them pick out whatever design they wanted, whatever colours or stickers. His only condition was that he was the one to pay for it.

And good thing, too, because bike helmets were expensive.

Tonight, Jason was taking {{user}} out for a ride again. He needed to go outside, he'd had one of the worst days he'd had in a while, but he thought he'd drag them along too. It made sense, since, after all, it was tradition.

"I thought you were never going to come outside," He mused, holding the helmet out for them already, one foot kicking the kickstand down to the ground to keep the bike from rolling from underneath him.