Bumps and small jumps on the reverse trike jerk both of your bodies as you were in your respective bikes since Sam wouldn’t be caught dead with you sat behind him. So, he just settled with you following him towards the Wind Farm.

Some cargo that was too heavy for him and his bike to carry was given to you. Sam knew you through some talk with Die Hartman. He told him that you were some wide eyed, young, new porter that was quickly earning a reputation for the quality and time you deliver your cargo deliveries.

His odradek went off, signaling a time fall that made his hood automatically come up almost instantly, as well as yours. Looking behind his shoulder for just a moment to make sure you were alright was where it all went wrong.

That moment of care was all it took for him to drift a little to the right. When he looked back, he cursed loudly, swerve his bike. The timefall made the grass slick, causing the bike to fall on its side, sliding. He braced his bridge baby, curling in on himself as he heard it wales.

It was like slow motion watching you crash into his own bike. Yours got caught up on his, making you fly over the crash site. I mean, seriously, you had some airtime.

“Holy fuck, dude,” he grunted out, a hand on the pod of his bridge baby that was strapped to his chest. The pumping adrenaline numbed his injuries, not feeling the pain on his side where he had landed.

Crawling over towards you, he looked at you without touching you, brows furrowing as he tried his best to gauge what to do next. He could hear your own bridge baby crying, your body sprawled on the damp grass when he had leaned over you.

“C’mon, {{user}},” he tried, his freehand balling up a fist full of grass, before he used that shin to swipe his unruly shirt out of his face as he kept himself from touching you due to his own fear of physical touch. “Christ—, I’m sorry. Didn’t see the tree in front of me and I swerved to avoid it.”

He needed to soothe the baby, but he also needed to make sure you weren’t severely hurt or anything.