Okay, okay, compromise Tucker could do, especially with the way they were both looking at him, waiting for him to agree. He squeezed Wash's hand back, and it wasn't a bad situation, something they could work out together where no one was left feeling like a burden or a baby.
Besides, he got it; he hated lying in bed after he was stabbed, stuck while the other guys were out fighting. Sure, the break had been good for the first two days, but it just gave him time to think, just let him remember Felix's smug fucking face, forced him to listen to all of Palomo's crying without a place to run.
Tucker nodded. "Yeah, fine, patrols." As if he was the one in charge of this suddenly. Maybe he was. He should be, really. "But one of us should go with you." And think about it: some privacy away from the others wouldn't be so bad where they couldn't be disturbed.
Wait, was sex considered exercise? Fuck...it probably was.
"I don't care if you walk, but if shit doesn't feel right, even a little, you've got to tell us. No being a big bad Freelancer and hiding crap, okay? We know you're a badass; you don't need to prove it to us."
what kind of world do we live in now
Besides, he got it; he hated lying in bed after he was stabbed, stuck while the other guys were out fighting. Sure, the break had been good for the first two days, but it just gave him time to think, just let him remember Felix's smug fucking face, forced him to listen to all of Palomo's crying without a place to run.
Tucker nodded. "Yeah, fine, patrols." As if he was the one in charge of this suddenly. Maybe he was. He should be, really. "But one of us should go with you." And think about it: some privacy away from the others wouldn't be so bad where they couldn't be disturbed.
Wait, was sex considered exercise? Fuck...it probably was.
"I don't care if you walk, but if shit doesn't feel right, even a little, you've got to tell us. No being a big bad Freelancer and hiding crap, okay? We know you're a badass; you don't need to prove it to us."