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He smiles, passing off the keys and heading over to the Harley. Wylie has ridden a few bikes in his traveling, not just the one he has now. The Harley does feel significantly different than the sport bike, but it's something that's got some hefty power behind it if you know how to handle it. Wylie does.

"Aye aye, Batman," he says, revving the engine and taking off out of the parking lot. He doesn't tear away too fast and he doesn't bother to try and lose Warren, of course. He takes a route that will give them some slightly less crowded streets. They aren't perfect by any means, but they're something to enjoy. There's really no way to get out of New York without a long time to kill.

Warren, on the other hand, has no problem killing plenty of time. Due to his line of work he's pretty much nocturnal, and the evening is still young.

He follows Wylie, getting a feel of how the Ducati handles before they come out on freer streets. While this isn't something he'd want to cross the country on, it is a fun bike.

And they continue to weave their way through the city, Wylie trying to take routes that will push them further on the outskirts and not the center of it. There's nice places in New York to see, but they aren't places for cruising.

He pulls up to a red light and stops, looking over at Warren, "this is a kick ass bike, you got, man," he says.

"Why do you think I bought it?" Oh, he's grinning wide now. He's not out riding as much as he should be, and he can't even remember when he last had company.

And, as much as he loves his own bike, it's fun to try something new.

"Because it's a pretty color?" he mocks him playfully. Wylie then revs the engine a little and grins over at Warren. "You know the goofy ass statue in that small park about a mile from here? How quick you think we can get there?"

Yes, he's challenging him. Wylie knows his bike well and he knows what it can handle. He's always pretty sure he's a great driver and could beat Warren there.

Oh, they shouldn't do this. There's traffic. Not heavy traffic but traffic. Buuut...

"Guess we'll just have to see, won't we?" The Harley has power, but the Ducati is more agile. That's going to count for a lot.

That is all it takes. Wylie grins like its Christmas morning. "Alright..." He answers and the second the light turns green, he takes off. The bike is hefty and needs a bit of a push to get it to it's too speed which he can't do on these street with other cars around like they are.

That doesn't stop him from racing through the streets to get to their destination as quickly as he can.

On a shorter distance like this with - ahem - obstacles along the way, Wylie's Ducati really is more suitable. At least Warren doesn't drive too recklessly, making his reach their goal just slightly before Wylie.

"Not too shabby," he grins after they have come to a stop. "But if you really want to get a feel for that bike we should find an open road."

Warren beats him there, but only barely and only because he's driving it nice. Wylie would have risked a hell of a lot more, but it's his bike and he can do that.

"Should we go find one now?" he asks, grinning at him as he asks because Wylie is having a lot of fun and all the more fun to get Warren smiling too is honestly his goal. He may be a cocky bastard, but Wylie likes to see other people happier than him.

"If you've got the time for it we could head down the coast a bit." Truthfully, it sounds like Wylie ha nothing but time, and there's usually open stretches to be found following the water.

"I've got time," he says, not elaborating more on it, but honestly? Wylie has whatever time he wants and he's got all the time he feels for making room to hang out with Warren. They'll continue cruising and enjoying company with similar interests. And Wylie has some romantic interests too.

Warren isn't too sure about the whole romantic part, but then again he never is. He has to admit, though, that Wylie is turning out to be a lot of fun.

He takes the lead this time. They leave Manhattan for the mainland and head south. Eventually they come to an empty area by the docks. With no work going on, it seems everyone has gone home for the day, giving them a clear, open stretch ahead.

Coming to a stop, Warren nods at Wylie, signaling for him to go ahead and hit it.

Wylie follows him for a bit as they get their way out of Manhattan and to somewhere they can really do some cruising. Finding the open docks is the perfect solution and when Warren gives him the go ahead, he does exactly that.

Pealing out, he let's the bike find it's sweet spot, speeding along and sure as hell enjoying feeling that power between his legs. His bike is fast and squirly. This thing is solid. It's got power and meat to it and feels like power. There's something really addicting about that.

He gives Wylie a couple of seconds before revving the engine and going after him. He knows that this is the nearest place they can come to perfect for his Harley, without heading much further to find a country road of some kind.

Once Warren catches up, they can cruise together, enjoying the road. It's been some time since he simply rode his own bike just to ride it, but this is feeling different. This is riding for the sake of the road and he's sure as hell enjoying it.

For a while they can keep cruising, but eventually even this road is going to end or merge back in with sprawling city somewhere unless they really head out. Wylie gestures at him to follow and pulls up against the coastline to a stop.

"This thing is awesome," he says to him.

"I know." Is he a bit proud to own that bike? Maybe? Yes. Definitely.

Getting off the bike he pulls off his helmet and just stretches. Even after just this trip he can tell that Wylie's bike is not exactly ideal to travel any longer distances. "Yours isn't exactly a boring one either."

Wylie climbs off and sets his helmet aside. He actually doesn't have to spend a bunch of time stretching out again, but he's definitely watching as Warren does. He tilts his head, admiring and then nodding.

"Yeah, she's been fun to have," he says.

Leaving his helmet on the bike, Warren goes to sit down at the edge of the wharf, legs dangling over the edge. "You're gonna miss her if you get a new one," he says, looking back over his shoulder at Wylie.

Wylie follows a little behind, hands tucked into his pockets. He watches him carefully, taking in all the things about him that he can see and wondering if Warren realizes the way he moves is attractive. He doesn't think he is noticing that.

Crouching down, he sits with him, feet dangling. "Eh, maybe. There's things I will miss and some stuff I won't. I'm hoping to find something else that I like more."

Warren likes movement. From getting around on a skateboard as a kid to the freerunning he does now, he's always liked to move around. But he's never considered the way he moves to be particularly attractive.

Looking out over the water, he almost laughs. Well, wasn't this all romantic, he thought, somewhat sarcastically to himself. They've caught themselves a sunset.

"Do you ever?" He asks. Going from place to place, the guy is obviously searching for something. Warren knows he is.

"That's the fun of it, right?" he asks, glancing over at him, "you get the thing you wanted, you realize you want more and you go after more. Then you get that thing that's more and you start the whole cycle again."

Yes, Wylie is searching for something. Something fulfilling. Something that doesn't require him to necessarily want more in a sense that it will upend his life all over again. He just wants more. A little bit more.

That gets a short laugh from Warren. "You're gonna be on the move your whole life." He doesn't really know what he's searching for, himself. Probably just somewhere he feels at home.

"Not necessarily," he says, "More doesn't mean the same thing but more o fit. I could decide that the next more thing I want is to be in a house with fifteen dogs. I don't know. I'm not setting some standard."

Wylie doesn't have a plan and that's the point, right now, for him.

"Dogs are nice." Yes, he knows it's just an example right out of the blue, but nevermind. Dogs are nice. He'd always wanted one as a kid.

"Got any idea how long you'll be sticking around New York?"

"Dogs are nice," he agrees. "Don't really do well with motorcycles, though. He smiles at him, going along with it.

"I don't know, yet. I haven't made plans yet, so it could be a while if I feel like it," he says.