He's prepared to make another sharp comment, anger making it easy to focus on everything going on but then - that look. That sad look and the wind goes straight out of Wash's sails, leaving him just as tired as he was when Tucker rolled him onto the pelican.

He gives a sigh anyways, his fingers squeezing Tucker's again.

"Okay." He finally says, and while it doesn't sound happy, "I mean it, okay? I won't do any exercise. As long as you let me walk when I'm feeling like it."

He didn't mean to worry Tucker, or Locus, it was just - he was used to being the one who was okay, taking care of the others. Even before, during 'retirement', he and Carolina had kept an eye on the skies and anyone who might try to enter their home.