Nero's quick reflexes acted out as his hands went to the back of his seat, fingers rapidly curling around the sides, and he shifted on it to get a place where he was balanced and could hide from the wind with Cloud's back, which wasn't exactly an easy task, since Cloud was far from being as tall as Nero. He opted by a position in which he could easily follow the angles of the bike and feel his hair being ruffled by the cool night air. He grinned a little, couldn't help that bubbling giddy feeling on the depth of his chest that crept up his throat. Damn, this bike was fast. He vaguely wondered if Cloud had a different revving handle and if he could adapt it to his sword. Hmm, now that's an idea.
He blinked when he saw the blond shift in front of him, and groaned. He didn't want to talk about it. It was always the same shit, right? The war and the Sparda twins who seemed to revel in being a pain in the ass. "Bah, forget it. It's nothing. This war is just pissing me off, is all."