Cain grabbed Jason's jacket on the way out and helped him put it on, then walked him outside to where his motorcycle was and he offered Jason the helmet out of courtesy. "Here. I don't think I'll be needing it tonight."

Cain straddled the seat and waited for Jason to get on. "Hang on tight."

"My hips, silly." Cain replied teasingly. He reached back for Jason's hands and placed them on his hips. "Right here."

Cain kicked up the brake after starting up the bike, backing out of the parking space by walking it, then he rode it out of the parking lot and down the street. The wind blowing through his hair cleared is thoughts. However, he couldn't help but keep aware that Jason's hands were on is waist and clinging to him so gently. He never sat down to think if he felt anything for Jason other than friendship. I mean, he was kind of...touchy, ruffling his hair, patting his back, giving him hugs. He thought it was all friendly. But, the more he pondered on it, the more he thought back to when he just stared at Jason dancing. For a minute, he wanted to walk up to him and dance with him or...dare he say it, put his hands on Jason's waist. He didn't think Jason would like him. The last time Cain ever had a relationship was college and that only lasted until he mentioned he wanted to start a tattoo and piercing business.

Cain drove up the street towards that turned into a road that ran along the river and enjoyed he silence just as much as Jason was. He remained focus on his riving, glad that Jason couldn't see him smile when he felt Jason lean forward against his back.