“Yeah…”
He really shouldn’t be talking to her about this and realizes it finally too so he simply decides to be silent for the rest of the ride to the beach.
“I know, I know, I need to do better… guess a part of me still feels like it isn’t my color.”
He braced himself and placed his hands on her sides ready for the sudden movement of the bike.
“I still don’t own enough red clothes if I’m being honest…”
He took a moment to think before answering the woman “seems like a good time to hit up the beach.”
“Of course you are, I should know better.”
He’d pull the helmet on and tighten the strap as he got settled in behind her.
“Ready when you are.”
He’d grab the helmet, his brow furrowing slightly “do you have a red one?”
The question was rhetorical and itself made him chuckle as he put it on and got on the bike behind Jade.
“When that happens we’ll be there to back you up.”
He gave her a thumbs up and a playful wink.
“Yeah… of course” though truthfully he felt like it was his fight and not Jade’s or the others’.
“Yeah… I’m certainly not looking forward to seeing him again.”
His hand remained on her shoulder but eventually withdrew.
“…and yet you’ve made them your own.”
He’d cross the room and close the distance between himself and Jade. Placing a hand on her shoulder “I think even if she was around you’d still be in control. You gotta have more faith in yourself.”
“You really have.”
He’d run a hand through his hair while letting out a soft sigh “I trust you more than you think, I don’t just sit around thinking you’re going to turn on us again.”