Just the idea of flying made his anxiety rise. He didn't want to do it. He didn't want to get hurt. He didn't want to die. As soon as that though crossed his mind, he wished it hadn't. He didn't want to feel sad right now. He didn't want to act like a baby in front of Dave, especially not when Dave was the one who was actually hurt. "I'll think about it," he said hesitantly. "Can you promise that I won't fall?"