Okay.

[Not that there's really any cars to drive here, but it's a nice thought. Something to look forward to, if she makes it past tonight. A car could appear any day, after all! Weirder things have happened!

But the idea of it being a love confession does make her laugh a little, even as she shakes her head against his lap. Not so much a confession as,] It was a promise. 'Cause for her, her motorcycle was like freedom, you know?

[She rubs her thumb gently across the back of Scott's hand, just relishing the warmth of his skin against hers.]

You'll have that same freedom too, when you go home.