“Wait, so if I go with you, you’ll fly again?” “Maybe,” he mutters as he grabs another beer. “How long has it been since you’ve flown?” I ask, trying to sound casual and not terrified. “Two years.” He says it like it’s nothing, and I’m wondering if I’m crazy for thinking that sounds like a very dangerous situation. If he hasn’t flown, isn’t that even more of a hazard?
