[Johan's POV]
"You sure you'd be okay here?"
"Yeah." Johan hopped off of the motorbike and removed the helmet. "Someone needs to buy the tickets. So hurry and get the things you need at home."
Adrian took the helmet, grasping his hand in the process. "Thanks, Han. Really."
"Let's do the thanking later," Johan said and returned the comforting squeeze to Adrian's fingers. "We need to catch the Two AM bus."
"Alright." Adrian smiled; sad, tired, but genuinely thankful. "I'd be quick."
Johan trudged to the ticket counter as soon as the motorbike's roar faded into the dim-lit street. It's early dawn, so the trip interval will be an hour at most. And Johan wanted to ensure they'd get the best spot.
