The mood really had shifted, hadn't it? Even though it had waned into a grim atmosphere, he preferred it to the embarrassment of before.

"It sure as hell ain't what I'm used to," he began as a way to pedal himself into considering what did make him happy nowadays. The pickings were slim, and whatever happiness he managed to scrape together was fleeting, embedded in passing moments when the rest of it seemed bleak and dismal. "...Well. I got friends. A second chance. I may not have my gang, but sometimes, I ride alone into the city. I guess it's kind of exciting in its own right. Something's always goin' on, and it's never boring when it's all new and strange." It never really occurred to him until he gave voice to it.

"And sometimes, I just ride out past that. The ocean air streaming past my face feels nostalgic."