Garrett fled down the empty street at 2AM, his bike roaring as he traveled down the road. He felt {{user}}’s tight embrace on their torso, one of his hands pulling away from the handlebars and resting on their arm to comfort them. He spoke to them through the helmet’s microphone system he had built into them.

“You okay, angel?” He asked, raising his voice a bit to talk over the revving of his engine. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten them.