“Oh, ouch, man. That timing must have sucked.” Which might have been intentional. Sam’s sure it was plenty entertaining for them, watching a guy with a fever try to fly.

He doesn’t say anything, when Jet’s obviously remembering more of what happened there. They both know what it’s like not being good enough, when circumstances meant they couldn’t be, but it’s a lot easier to blame yourself than circumstances. He does shift a little, though, just enough to bump his shoulder against Jet’s.

“Next time, I’m expecting you to give me a lift,” he replies, only partially teasing. They’ve already talked about just how much it isn’t the same, when you’re not the one doing the flying, but Sam figures there’s a lot more of a chance of Jet getting his back in an arena than Sam getting his wings.