For almost any other person, Rory would've countered with the dictionary definition of "lame" (which he had, of course, memorized back when he was thirteen for just this purpose), but he was loath to make his brother feel any more uncomfortable than he already was, so he just smiled softly and said, "Thanks Gio. You're not lame either."
He laughed at Gio's next suggestion. "Well that would be something. But I don't think I'm really equipped for that, either." Although how ironic would it be if he could fly when he couldn't even work his legs properly? It certainly would be an interesting consolation prize. Still, he was too wary of such things to go throwing himself off any high places. Or even not so high. The fear of falling, even just falling the short distance from his chair to the ground, haunted Rory everywhere he went, to the point where he certainly didn't want to take that risk, even to prove the possible existence of some would-be ability.
"Hey..." Rory leaned forward, patting his brother gently on the shoulder, reacting to his blush. "I was just joking, Gio. it's okay." He smiled at his brother for good measure, then leaned back in his chair. "All right, all right," he said, holding his hands up in a "you win" gesture. "And what would you like me to do, huh? I could try to read your mind, but I really don't think that's it. I don't know. What other amazing feats of wonder do you think I'm capable of?" His conversation with Penny began to ring in his ears. Pushing people away, he thought, shivering a little. No. he wouldn't bring that up. Not yet. He wanted to see what Gio could think of, first.