[He can't tell exactly, in the rain, but this poor girl looks like a mess. He hopes the rain isn't pelting her face the way it is his, ugh. When they're stopped at a light he pats her forearms comfortingly, just in time for another rumble of thunder to send her shaking, and squeezing his diaphragm. Oof.]

[They can't really talk, between the weather and the bike's engine, so the trip passes silently until he can finally coast under the cover of the subway stop. Shu lets out a breath of relief, and pushes his soaked bangs back away from his face.]

I feel like a half-drowned rat. How are you holding up?