It reminds him of the times he's let Roxas stand on the back pegs of his BMX bike, clutched around his waist.

Joe nods, and pushes forward steadily, gaining speed with wide eyes and a small thrill at floating off the ground. There's no bumps of the pavement beneath them, and it's a surprisingly smooth as a result. He hits the red buttons as instructed, for boost, and leans forward, tongue pressed determinedly between his teeth.