[That twitching half-smile breaks into a full one at that, because even if this is still awkward as hell it's not so messed up that he won't accept it. It could be better, sure, but it could be a lot worse. So she moves closer, wheels the bike over to him because for some reason it's important to her that this is her giving it rather than him taking it, and huffs a laugh.]

I'm glad. Thought you could use something fun.

[She tilts it towards him - here, take it - and gives a tiny nod of encouragement.]

This isn't a test. In case you were wondering. We started it way back.

[Before everything turned to shit, but that doesn't need saying. She wants him to take it and have fun and be happy, not feel bad over what's happened.]