( maybe it was kind of a joke, maybe it wasn't, you'll never know. and you don't need to, anyway.

… does he ride bikes. that just makes him think of all the times he used to spend racing keith through the desert back at the garrison, their hoverbikes struggling to keep up with the speeds they were trying to milk out of him, and if he smiles fondly at the thought of it, he just can't help it.

finally, after that tiny bit of nostalgia: ) Been a long time since I have, but I think I'd trade my right arm to get back on one. ( he looks down at his prosthetic, makes a face that looks almost sheepish. ) But it looks like I already did and got stiffed on the other end of the deal.