Take a Walk [Closed]

[unrecovered]

[It had been a few days since Greg had come back - long enough for him to recover a bit, as far as Wash could tell, and long enough for Wash to reacclimate to Freesia. He'd headed by Greg's apartment early in the morning (but not as early as usual) to get Greg up for a morning walk. They'd work back up to the jog - for now, this was routine for the sake of normalcy.]

[It had been once around the high rises, and then into the park. About halfway in, Wash stopped in the shade of one of the larger trees.]

How're you feeling?

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[panspermia]

[Greg eyes Wash, before giving a small nod.]

I guess... there's no harm in starting from the beginning.

[He keeps thinking of who he's used to being--who he's been for all these years. The one on the sidelines, the support, the standerby. But if he thinks about who he has to be now... if he thinks of himself as Steven, then he knows what he has to do. Steven would try. Steven wouldn't shrink away.

He's not Steven, but he can do his best imitation.]

I... I can't promise anything. [Not success, and certainly not confidence.] But I'll try. We'll... see where it goes from there.

[unrecovered]

I hear it's a good place to start.

[Fake it 'til you make it is a legitimate strategy. Wash nods back and smiles - a small one, but it's there.]

That's all I'm asking for.