“You’re not allowed to give me grief next time my legs get screwed up,” Jet said as he came downstairs, a set of crutches tucked under his arm. “What even happened?”
Pyunma winced as Dr. Gilmore finished disconnecting his leg; the sudden lack of sensation below the knee was more than a little disconcerting. “It’s just a malfunction.”
“His propulsion system is clogged with kelp,” Dr. Gilmore filled in, his voice flat.
Pyunma closed his eyes, counting down. He reached two before Jet started cackling.
* * *
“You need anything?”
Jet dropped onto the bed and gave Pyunma an arch look. “Admit it, you’d find this hilarious if it happened to me.”
Pyunma ignored him, flipping the page in his book without reading it. Jet made an exasperated sound and grabbed the book.
“Seriously,” Jet said, tossing the book towards the foot of the bed, “it’s not that big a deal.”
“Kelp, Jet,” Pyunma finally snapped. “I got taken out by kelp.”
Jet shrugged. “Yeah, and the first time I flew outside the lab I got stuck in a pine tree.” Pyunma let out a laugh at the mental image despite himself. Jet grinned and scooted closer, curling his arms around Pyunma’s waste. “See? Hilarious.”