Adjacent Appearances (Zoe)
They weren't bulbous braces anymore, at that. They were sleek, black, breathable splints that simply kept the limbs from any unforeseen bumps during the end of their recovery. Still, as he walked free of crutches back toward Jo's house he did still feel sort of an invalid with the boot and wrist brace.
He wore his flight suit tied down around his waist with an A-line undershirt moist with what he liked to call manly sweat but the smell of his manliness did tend to offend Maxine who much preferred his less manly pajama-ed self.
NotWash had been mysteriously quiet recently, as if planning. Or perhaps Wash was just paranoid. Still, he should keep an eye on him.
He thought about all of this as his toolbox swung in one hand bumping lightly against his knee as he strode the distance to Jo's house which realistically could be very short or ridiculously far away. It was really up to The City's mood. He found he didn't care too much. His mood, he also noticed, was not too muddled. Knowing what to expect had become a welcomed forbidden fruit.
As much as he still missed Serenity it was nice not to be shot at or do illegal things or run into people you'd rather not seen because you may have not been on very good terms with them last time and they might shoot you...