It'd taken a lot for Han to get back behind the wheel of a car after the accident, he did of course. There was no way in hell that the drifter would ever be away from cars for an extended period of time, even if he did still flinch when someone got a little to close to the side of his car or when he witnessed a spin out, even if it was harmless.
That didn't mean however, that he didn't work on the cars and bikes he owned or that the crew needed tuning up when they didn't have time to do it themselves. He found a kind of peace in working on them, reassuring himself that they were at their best and as safe as they ever could be in light of the people who drove them, even if these days the racing was just for fun.
So it wasn't much of a surprise when he barely even registered the familiar presence enter the garage and make their way towards him. That was until they stepped on an errant monkey wrench and let out a long string of curses. Looking up and over Han's lips tugged into a smirking grin at the site of Brian hopping around in pain "I'd of thought you'd have remembered coming into the garage without shoes on when I'm around is a terrible Idea O'Conner"










