[ sand in his teeth, down his sleeves, and pulse all thunder. the surge and bristling of night winds whipping around them. open air and a chrome-sleek frame, body lean against his, wool crumpling gold-grey-gold between his fingers as he'd tugged closer, closer - ]

You raced me. We were out in a desert somewhere. It wasn't the area around Eulogy -- or it definitely didn't feel like it. We borrowed machines from the Garrison. They felt pretty old, but we really got them to run. And I was just --

[ it clumps on his tongue, static and stone in the same heavy twist as his eyes flick up, startled - ]

Happy.