Thank God for Sif and the med kit she’d managed to snag at the Cornucopia, man. Sam’d be a lot more worried if didn’t know they had at least the basics of supplies back at their little home base.

Sam smiles back at that, shifting his arm in Jet’s grip so he can grip Jet’s forearm in return. He doesn’t say anything, because he already knows that Jet gets how much flying like that again meant to him, but he does give Jet’s arm a squeeze before he lets go.

“Saving my ass, letting me fly with you, and walking me home? You sure know how to make a guy feel special,” he teases. He can’t not, okay, with an opening like that. “I was on my way back there, actually, that’d be great.”