If Tifa hadn't walked them off, Cloud would probably have stood still for a moment, a little startled at the easy motion of her arm linking with his. But he was, honestly, quickly distracted away from it by her elaboration.

"Oh, it's---" Cloud murmured, because yeah, he knew about the bike, since his older self had told him about what he did, doing deliveries. He nodded, and was again both awed and jealous, just like when his older self had told him, but now even more since Tifa was painting such a vivid picture.

"... that sounds great." Cloud certainly wanted that, except he couldn't... really. Maybe. What if--- Looking up at Tifa, Cloud chewed his lip. "You think that would... work for me too? Maybe the mako's helping too, and then..."

Cloud shrugged, grimacing a little. He'd had the same thought, about if he was the one driving, but he wasn't convinced it could be that simple.