[ This is the great—maybe not so great, depending on one's perspective—thing about being able to understand someone's nonverbal communication. Maine doesn't have to say anything. He just gives him that look and Wash knows exactly what he means.
It makes him huff in exasperation, but instead of balling up tighter, he straightens and gives Maine one back. It's a little apologetic, because he doesn't mean to make him worry, and a little defiant, because he's fine and there isn't really anything to worry about.
Still, when Maine makes the gesture, Wash sighs and complies without more of a fuss. Gingerly, he stretches the leg out in front of himself and then levers it to rest in his lap. ]
You don't have to do this. [ He tips his head forward slightly. ] But thank you.
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It makes him huff in exasperation, but instead of balling up tighter, he straightens and gives Maine one back. It's a little apologetic, because he doesn't mean to make him worry, and a little defiant, because he's fine and there isn't really anything to worry about.
Still, when Maine makes the gesture, Wash sighs and complies without more of a fuss. Gingerly, he stretches the leg out in front of himself and then levers it to rest in his lap. ]
You don't have to do this. [ He tips his head forward slightly. ] But thank you.