Deacon had probably been riding for days when he found you. Your bike had broken down and you had been stranded in a town. He decided to help like any gentleman would.

“You cleared out this entire town?” He asked you, helping you rifle through the hoods of cars to try and repair your badly damaged bike.

“I’m surprised. Not many people can say they’ve done such a thing.” Deacon muttered, his gaze never drifting from the car he was pretty much taking apart. He was focused on helping you out.