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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]

"Not long at all," he agrees with a quiet smile of his own. "Gimme a few more days and some quality time with one of the flight sims to make sure I don't...."

A vague hand wave. "Ah, you know. Better to crash one of those things than fall out of the sky and lose both thrusters next time."

[gonna_live]

"You wouldn't." Simple truth. "Figure you know that as well as we do."

[flybywash]

He isn't sure he does. Won't be, until he makes it upstairs to room 76 sometime.

Wash got the boat in the air, and got them back down without killing anyone, but --

He smiles anyway, does a half-shrug.

[gonna_live]

"You're gonna find everything pretty much how you left it. Neither the primary or secondary consoles had to be replaced...just fiddled with, a little. Extenders are a little short now -- we're gonna have to find a way to make 'em longer or replace 'em, but in the meantime, ride's apt to be a bit bumpier than it was."

Mal's the one who's good with the metaphors. Having read Coleridge, and whatnot.

Kaylee does good to catch the sex jokes in Shakespeare.