The alleys are narrow and winding, but they’re also empty this time of night, so it’s no problem for Cloud. He took to riding a motorcycle like a duck to water, but he can’t quite place why. Maybe he did it during his time in SOLDIER or maybe he didn’t. Maybe it’s because you’ve got your arms around him from behind. Either way, his heart feels like a live wire.

“I’m speeding up,” Cloud says curtly, voice muffled by his helmet. You’re local to this sector, but you’ve never seen it from a speed like this. Cloud’s just trying to help. “Hang on.”