[ If Sam notices the too-tight grip around his neck or the frantic breathing, he doesn't call attention to it. As far as he's concerned, there's nothing wrong with being scared - in general, but especially in a situation like this. He doubts Kavinsky'll appreciate him pointing it out even to say it's okay, though, so he settles for ignoring it completely.

Sam can't actually shrug up here, since with his arms full his wings are operating mostly on muscle movement and cybernetics, but there's the mental impression of one anyway. Sam calls it like he sees it.

Trust Kavinsky to take a mostly serious question and turn it into a gay joke. ]

He and I are old friends, is all. You know what the archangel of death's name is? [ Because if Sam's gonna personify Death here, he might as well go all the way. ] Damn right. No view better than the one from the sky.