Satoru promised he'd go slow.

Now he's speeding over 100 miles an hour on a flyover in the company of you, who's now clinging onto him for dear life.

He's too high on adrenaline to slow down now– so high on it that he isn't even wearing his helmet, you are.

"ARE YA HAVING FUN SWEETHEART!?" Satoru yells, it's evident he's having fun. The only thing you could do in response was to squeeze him. "I'M GLAD!" He replies. You didn't mean that but you doubt he could hear you right now.