"Are you in any condition to fly? You can barely stand." Forgive him if he's skeptical, Jay, but he's been supporting you this entire way and is pretty dubious that you can manage to fly in a straight line, let alone play at some recon. He's not a doctor. He has no idea how bad it is, what the guy might've done to his foot, but it's not going to make landing any easier.

"What about landing? If you crash, I - " I'm not going to come back for you again, he almost says, but the lie doesn't seem plausible. He's the one trying to keep the poor idiot alive and moving, even if he has virtually no reason to give a fuck.

There's some kind of rationalization there he could probably dredge up if he put his mind to it. He shoves it viciously aside instead.

"If you crash, that wouldn't be ideal."