Dino blinks at the compliment. Nobody really gives him that sort of thing, so he smiles faintly and nods.
"Thanks. I think."
Taking the helmet, he arranges it expertly over his hair (like he's done this before) and jumps on, unafraid. He'll feel better once they're there and he doesn't have anything back here to think about anymore. He half wants to never come back. Maybe they can just ride until they reach something else.
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"Thanks. I think."
Taking the helmet, he arranges it expertly over his hair (like he's done this before) and jumps on, unafraid. He'll feel better once they're there and he doesn't have anything back here to think about anymore. He half wants to never come back. Maybe they can just ride until they reach something else.