Robyn flinched as Drayn’s voice interrupted his introspection. He scrambled backward ever so slightly as a shirt was tossed haphazardly onto his face. He quickly grappled to tug it on over his head and immediately after it had been pulled on over his face his wrist was snatched up by his new companion. He moved along after Drayn as quickly as he was able in his state of disarray, shoving his feet into a pair of extremely worn moccasins that sat beside the door as he was shoved towards it. He followed the larger male down the stairs hurriedly, and they paused briefly beside the bike that he’d rode in on.<br/><br/>The boy paused briefly, furrowing his brow as he grabbed a hold of the offered helmet. He examined it for a few moments, glancing up at Drayn and frowning ever so slightly before he pulled the helmet on. It was too large for him, and it bobbled about precariously once perched atop his head, it certainly wouldn’t do anything to protect his precious skull were he to fall off the back of the bike … But then he wasn’t entirely sure Drayn cared very much about his physical well being if their prior interactions were anything to base assumptions off of.<br/><br/>Robyn nodded quietly in response to the man’s instructions. It was odd, how his voice could sound so soft and kind even whilst he was muttering cruel threats to his newest charge. “I’m not fond of the idea of dying tonight, Sir, so I don’t think I’d be releasing you anyways,” he muttered before carefully tossing himself up over the saddle of the bike. He understood the precautions, Drayn had just seen him with his knife tucked neatly into Adrien’s windpipe after all, but something within him was nagging him, telling him that this companion was here to stay. Was it possible that Drayn’s soul was just as tainted as his? He’d normally consult his friends on the matter, but they had been quiet for the past spell of time, and so he just quietly pondered the idea as he settled down behind the gentleman.<br/><br/>He wound his thin arms about Drayn’s chest, his fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket as he pressed his body in and close to the other’s as he was able to. The cold got to him rather quickly, what with his lack of layers and his extremely low percentage of body fat, and it wasn’t long before Robyn was shivering helplessly at Drayn’s back. Luckily the large body in front of him blocked out a majority of the head on wind they were facing and creating with their rapid movement through the heavy traffic, weaving in and out of cars in the clogged streets.