"It is," he agreed, admiring it as he adjusted the collar on the coat to frame her face. "It was a gift from my step father, in pieces of course. Which was part of the fun. Anya and James put it together for me because I..." his voice trailed off a moment as his face lost expression. "I had a bad winter and they did it to cheer me up."
He shook himself, smiled and took the helmet from where he'd hung it on the handle. "Here. Crazy drivers out there. I don't want you to get hurt."
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