How Green Becomes Wood

"Sounds like a plan!" Alec said cheerily as he stood to help. The table was cleaned off in no time flat, and they headed off to the last store.

"Having any fun?" Xander asked as he hobbled alongside Sloan.
 
"Yeah, it's been great. I mean, it's been a bit tiring because I've changed my clothes about ten thousand times, but it's way better than when I went shopping with my mom," Sloan replied, "Hopefully it hasn't been miserable for you."
 
"I am in the absolute pit of misery," Xander said dryly. "Nah, it's okay. Never really done something like this before, and it's kind of fun to see your reactions to stuff."

Meanwhile, behind them, Alec had cautiously taken Claire's hand and was whispering to her the real story of how Xander had damaged his ankle: that he'd stepped off a curb funny and rolled it in a way that it did not like one bit.
 
"Maybe next year we'll do it again, but when you're picking out a suit," Sloan teased, able to guess there was almost nothing Xander would want to do less.

Claire laughed at the true story, but did still show genuine sympathy and expressed how awful freak accidents like that were.
 
Xander snorted. "I've already got a suit. It's a perfectly good suit. As long as I don't lose or gain a bunch of mass, it'll be just fine in a year. Not that I'd be caught dead going to prom."

Alec agreed and quietly shared a few of his accidents. None had left him limping in a boot - for which he was glad, and he did show sympathy for Xander's booted plight - but they were funny and somewhat damaging. He couldn't imagine what kind of injuries gymnastics invited.
 
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