Up 2 u

No sooner had Hunter pocketed his phone when it beeps. Grinning a little, he flips it back open again. Maybe Katie wasn't kidding when she said she'd answer at all hours. Sure enough, it was her replying. And... she said yes? Hunter was honestly a bit surprised. It had been a long shot but she seemed willing. 

Hitting "reply," Hunter types out a return message. 

Woot. Yeah meet me there or i can pick u up on my bike if i knew where u lived. I got a helmet if u got a jacket. Up 2 u.

He rolls his eyes but hits "send." She wouldn't say yes. But he had to throw that in anyway. Deciding to wait for her answer, he pulls his bike off to the side away from the pumps.

Eric waits patiently for Ashlee to get up in the saddle, smiling that it only took her two tries. He goes around the other side to make sure her feet were in the stirrups properly and gives her leg a pat. He knew she was excited and nervous, and that was okay - he'd expect nothing less from someone who had waited so long to ride. Moonbeam was as steady as a rock, so he wasn't worried about her reaction either. 

Going around to Static, he mounts up too, gathering his own reins plus Moonbeam's. "Okay... here we go..." Heading forward, he keeps both horses at a slow walk, knowing that it would feel much faster than it really was, for Ashlee the first few rides.

Steering the horses around the paddock, he keeps his eye on Ashlee. "Try to relax," he encourages with a soft chuckle. He wasn't going to give her many instructions today - today he just wanted her to enjoy herself and not worry about being proper. Next time, he'd start telling her how to sit better in the saddle. 

Listening to Grace, Jared wasn't too surprised at the little speech. He knew that just because he moved a toe, that didn't automatically mean that all was well. He still might not be able to walk. Although it was still a good sign. Grace's words seem to stimulate a stubbornness deep down, and he wonders if perhaps he'd had that kind of personality before.

The final question lingers in the air, until he nods. "I have nothing else to work towards," he answers. "And I don't want to live the rest of my life as as cripple if I don't have to. If there's any hope at all, I'm not going to give up. And even if there wasn't hope, I probably wouldn't give up either, so I guess you're stuck with me." 

He gives her another wry grin. "Too bad you can't work on my brain like you do my legs. Then maybe I'd be able to tell you about myself." Though he was trying to be humorous about his memory loss, his eyes betrayed him by revealing he wasn't quite as chipper as he liked to appear. There was depression there whether he wanted to admit it or not. He holds his grin anyway though.