Because for whatever reason, I trust you and your bike riding skills.
Kristoph glared at his car with a venom unmatched by anyone else except for possibly Dahlia Hawthorne. He did not like it that his car broke down right when he needed to go back to his house. And Kristoph Gavin would not take a taxi, and refused to take the bus, even if it meant walking three miles in his favorite suit.
"Ah, Mr. Gavin!" Apollo said. Kristoph turned to face him.
"Mr. Justice, shouldn't you be going home by now?"
"Um, yes, I just thought, since it seems to be on my way to my apartment, I could take you home!" Apollo said cheerfully, straddling his bright red bicycle.
"And whatever makes you think I need a ride home? Also...how do you know where my house is?"
"Well...you're clenching your fists like you want to punch something, you're wearing that frown that you usually only use when a witness's testimony is about to get torn apart, you're glaring at me when I did nothing wrong, or at least, I hope I've done nothing wrong..."
"Get to the point, please."
"And...I heard something very similar to metal being kicked a couple minutes earlier...Is your car broken or something?" Apollo asked. Kristoph sighed.
"Yes. Yes, it is. Now, please answer the other question I asked."
"Well...remember my first day of work when I thought your house was your office?"
"Oh...right. I was trying to forget about that incident," Kristoph said, remembering how he had to replace the lock on his door because of it.
"That's how I know...Anyway...do you still need a ride?" Apollo asked.
"Yes, I do," Kristoph admitted.
"I can take you home then!"
"On that bike?" Kristoph asked, looking at how beat up his subordinate's bike was.
"Of course! I...don't exactly own a car," Apollo said.
"I'll go get my helmet..." Kristoph said. He wished that he didn't have to deal with a bike after that last incident with his little brother, where Klavier was going way past the speed limit, but it couldn't be helped. He needed to get home, and he couldn't refuse if his student was offering. So onto Apollo's bike he went.
After finally getting his bike to move (Apollo had never had a passenger before), the two rode quietly down the street. That is, until they reached a downwards slope.
Apollo started going down it just fine, of course. Then, the bike sped up. Apollo appeared to be frantically squeezing one of the handles, as the bike started going faster.
"Um...sir..." Apollo started, "the brake isn't working."
"What do you mean the brake isn't working, Mr. Justice?" Kristoph said through clenched teeth.
"I meant that the brake isn't working at all, Mr. Gavin! I can't slow this thing down!" Apollo said, gripping onto the bar handles for dear life, feet flying off the pedals. Kristoph, realizing what this meant, immediately grabbed onto the bar handles, on top of Apollo's hands.
"Mr. Justice, I suggest you get your feet on the pedals and get your bike in control immediately, or else!" Kristoph yelled in Apollo's ear.
"I'm trying, sir, I am!" Apollo said, his feet trying to catch up with the pedals as the hill ended and an upwards slope began. Apollo managed to get one foot on a pedal before they reached the top of that hill and flew about five feet into the air. Apollo struggled to get his other foot on his pedal, and Kristoph grabbed onto the handles of the bike and Apollo's hands much tighter. As they flew through the air, which felt like hours, not ten seconds, Kristoph swore he could see Wright on the street, laughing at him.
Then, they landed.
Apollo's legs were working overtime, moving with the pedals as the two lawyers, somehow, didn't crash Apollo's bike into the People Park fence.
Eventually, the bike slowed down, then stopped, after a minute or two. Apollo heaved a sigh of relief.
"Here...we...are..." Apollo said, breathing hard. Kristoph looked up, and sure enough, there was his house.
"Mr. Justice..."
"Yes, sir?"
"You'd do well to get a new bike. One who's breaks actually work," Kristoph said. "I'll even pay for it, if I have to."
"Ah, there's no need to be so polite, Mr. Gavin! I...I'll get one myself, it's fine! I'm fine!"
"In any case...thank you for taking me to my house. I do appreciate it."
"Any time, Mr. Gavin!" Apollo said. Then, he got on his bike, and headed home.
"At least he didn't do it on purpose," Kristoph sighed, heading into his house.