log: hannah and ren
The crowds were not as intense here on this street corner two blocks away, although Ren didn't feel entirely safe here. There were still too many people, still the possibility of violence on the air in the intensity of what had been before. But he stopped, pulling Hannah up to his side and looking down at her.
It wasn't the smartest thing ever to ride without a helmet, and if they were seen by a cop, they'd likely be pulled over for it. But he'd offered it, and also, he didn't want to tell her no. He didn't want to put her in a car with a stranger, even if likely it would be safer. Considering what they had just done, and where they had just been, was riding without a helmet truly that much more dangerous?
He nodded, serious, his gaze intently on her face. She was all right, she'd be all right, and he was checking to be certain that it was true. The lips brushed his cheeks, and he nodded again, unnecessarily. "Yeah, all right. You'll have to hold on tight," he told her. They could do that. He could even give her his helmet - the risk then would be his own.
With his other hand he reached up to brush her cheek softly, and then he tugged her towards the final last block to where he had parked his motorcycle. "Come on, let's get us out of here. Let's get us home."