No wincing when Wash moved, and Tucker noticed, smiled. Good. Awesome, because the sooner that he could do these things, the sooner he could come home and Tucker was ready. The bed was empty and cold and he sucked at sleeping alone now thanks to endless nights with his fiance. If it wasn’t for Junior, he would be living here in this room, but he could only trust Kai to watch his kid for so long before he knew he’d come home to raves of exactly three people.

Tucker watched the marker scribble, and this was the awkward part, the moments when Wash wanted to tell him something but they had to wait. It was like a loading screen, which was stupid because Wash knew what he wanted to say, it just took a moment to convey it, to get it down. Tucker didn’t know what to do, if he should make a joke or look away or watch the tip of the pen move.

He waited. Read it when it was flipped over. Smiled a little. “Better than you. She’s still exhausted and dehydrated, but she also told them to fuck off when they suggested bed rest, so….” He leaned back. “She wants to visit but they’re keeping it to family.”

Which Tucker had yelled about because who else was family than all these assholes.

“One of the nurse’s tried to stop me, but I told her we were married already. Think that’ll jinx us?”