It was such a taste of familiarity that Ken almost groaned in appreciation. He'd missed this. He'd missed Mamoru, even after all the strife between them. It just went to show that, no matter what happened, he would always love the other man, even if things never could work out with them.

Ken, having a penchant for riding fast, got them back to the building far too quickly for his taste, but once the bike stilled, Ken straightened and pulled the helmet free once more, shaking his hair out before he waited for Mamoru to move away.