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[yourbatman]

The feed opens with a close up of Stiles's nose at a less than flattering angle, but he quickly pulls it away and gets it so that his face is mostly in the frame. "So, uh, I may have fallen down a rabbit hole of research and not looked up in, uh. Two months. Did I miss anything important?" He grins, with absolutely no remorse at all.

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[yourbatman]

Stiles looks up from his phone and flashes a grin, stuffing the phone in his pocket and stepped over, letting his gaze wander the bike. "Totally ready," he agreed, grabbing the spare helmet and yanking it on, though he doesn't bother to secure it before he swings his leg over the edge of the bike.

As if he had any idea what he was doing. He lands in an awkward position and has to shift around a little to get comfortable, looking down and trying to figure out where to put his feet. "Thanks for this, man. It's been a minute since I've been out of the apartment."

[forleaving]

"Helmet." He wasn't going anywhere until that thing was actually secure. "And hold onto me if you need to." He wouldn't mind, honest.

"It's no problem; I'm glad to help when I can." Even if it was just taking someone to get their ADHD meds from the pharmacy. That could be life-changing. It was still important.

[yourbatman]

"It's on," Stiles replied, giving it a firm pat, loud enough for Adam to hear him smack it, but he also reached under to click the strap. Which didn't mean he tightened it, but it was at least slightly more secure than before. That was progress, right?

"Where do I put my feet?" he asked, putting his arms around Adam. "I don't wanna get burned, I've seen people who've done that."