The low growl of a motor starting up sputtered. Sebastian sat atop the motorcycle, patting his hands, stained a bit from the oil he’d just finished changing. He lifted his gaze some, giving an awkward wave.

“Goin to town for the day... wanna come?” he shrugged, holding out a spare helmet. It didn't matter one way or the other to him, of course. It wasn't like he secretly hoped they would accompany him or anything.