Before he could rethink what he was getting into, she was off the bed and into the jacket - one of his old ones that she'd wheedled out of him, but at least she didn't look quite as stupid in it as he had, even if it was far too large for her. As Jubilee considered everything good to be 'awesome', at least as far as he could tell, he conceded the idea with a shrug. At least she wasn't sobbing anymore.
He raised an eyebrow as she brought along the duffel bags. He wasn't opposed to the idea of running away to Canada on principle, he just wanted to know that's where they were going first. She got them strapped down right, so he let it go as he grabbed two helmets - because nothing hurt more than gravel in a skull fracture, even if he'd regenerate.
He had begrudgingly accepted that Jubilee hugged and clung, but this time was different. There was warmth and honest to it, and he felt expected to hug her back, however awkwardly he felt to get all touchy-feely. "You've got to meet better people, kid," he said wryly. He was under no illusions about being a good role model. He patted her back a little as he said, gruffly soft, "Love you too, Poprocket."
And that was quite enough of that. "No." He passed her the helmet, swung onto the bike in front of her, letting it settle under his weight as he pulled his own and flipped down the visor. But, hell, she had a good suggestion there. "Hang on, kid." And then he gunned the engine and tore out of the garage with very little interest in the posted speed limits.