If Billy did any walking he did it with a support, and the cane was sitting on the floor of the backseat. Instead he moved around the back of the car as Vince moved around the front, supporting most of his left side. Billy was pleased that Vince didn't mention it, and he sat/dropped onto the passenger side. "It all works like normal," he said, through gritted teeth. "Just ignore all the levers and stuff."
He sat down, trying to avoid moving his bad leg too much. His optimism wasn't lacking though. "Gangsta, huh. This isn't exactly a low rider, homie." He buckled his belt and shoved the cushion from the driver's side behind him to keep himself upright.