His hands had clenched again at the unexpected contact. This was unfair. Uncalled for. Just when he'd finally regained his self-control.

"—Ok," he said past the knot in his throat.

He shuffled out to the bike, and turned it in the direction of Tomoko's place. They could keep the bike between them as they walked. It didn't have to be— They didn't have to even stand next to each other if she didn't want to.