[ Chuck doesn't make a big deal about Mako's injury, simply adjusts accordingly as if equilibrium was something they were capable of, even though it isn't. He doesn't draw attention to it, doesn't mention or ask or even give her side a lingering glance. (And that's because, between the both of them they could teach a master class on self-denial as self-realization but Chuck, at the end of the day, has always been better than Mako at compartmentalizing based on the broadest of strokes.)
Even though he slows his gait to match hers, she immediately tries to pick up the pace of her own. Not enough to manage a normal stride but enough for the effort to be seen for what it is: a compromise and an unwillingness to hinder the other members of the team with her own failings.
There's a spare pair of gloves tucked in the back of Mako's slacks, she pulls them free and holds then in her own hands, the other pair having been given to Chuck in the moment before. She glances sideways at him. ]
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Even though he slows his gait to match hers, she immediately tries to pick up the pace of her own. Not enough to manage a normal stride but enough for the effort to be seen for what it is: a compromise and an unwillingness to hinder the other members of the team with her own failings.
There's a spare pair of gloves tucked in the back of Mako's slacks, she pulls them free and holds then in her own hands, the other pair having been given to Chuck in the moment before. She glances sideways at him. ]
We'd be better of building a wheelbarrow.