"Well, the injured can," Andy replied genuinely. "But ya can't be a gimp unless you're not-quite-a-cripple," he went on. "Oh! Oh, is that...? Yeah, I think that's a smile. Sort of," he joked.
When Lexie shook her head, Andy wagged his finger at her playfully. "Don't shake your head at me; that wasn't a question," he chastised. He gave her a genuine smile when she took his hand and pulled herself up. One hand went reflexively to the small of her back for a brief moment until he was positive she was steady and didn't need to falter out of pain. He could tell by the look on her face as she'd pulled herself to her feet that the movement had hurt.
Limping with expert efficiency, Andy kept his arm in place linked with hers. It didn't occur to him that she was doing it to steady him. He'd have taken it back if he had realized that was what she was doing. He was a little surprised when she leaned her head against his shoulder but he went out of his way to keep from reacting. He didn't want to unintentionally hurt her by moving just the wrong way if he tried to put an arm around her - because, reflexively, he'd drape it over her shoulders and that would clearly be bad news. "Don't mention it, pretty girl," he said absently, stepping carefully over the rubble all but blocking their way outside.
When he looked over at her, he could see by the look on her face that she was seconds from breaking down and crying, whether or not she realized it. So, Andy picked up his pace. "C'mon," he said quietly, leading her around the side and then around the back of the gym where if she did need to freak out, no one else would see.