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[flybywash]

When he hasn't been sleeping or reading through the enormous stack of comics Tonks left for him, Wash has been practicing. Even with the crutches, he can't get too far from the bed before his good leg starts quivering from overexertion, and each attempt's been punctuated with a long, bone-tired nap.

At least he can keep his balance now, though.

Mostly.

Currently he's glancing at the crutches over the top of Martin Miggs the Mad Muggle #12, Petrie snoozing on the pillow next to him, and debating whether or not to give it one more try today.

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[flybywash]

"I've been doing nothing but sleep," he complains, then grins. "But this is because it's a heartily enjoyable thing."

Especially if Zoe's next to him.

"So no use breaking that trend. You take care of yourself, sir."

[badinlatin]

"I'll try, at that."

With a last smile and click of his cane against the floor, Mal makes quick work of leaving the room.

Wash has Zoe. That's enough.