The desire to write angsty Sam fic about his fears watching Joaquin learn the fundamentals. His pride in the kid vs his memories of Riley. Remembering when he and Riley were that young and fearless, wanting to prove themselves, to be something bigger, fly higher, dive lower, push every boundary because it’s freedom in the sky. He wants that for Joaquin but he’s struck by Riley’s final fall. He tries to separate them but that image keeps coming. He’s just a little too cautious with Joaquin, and Joaquin is a fast learner. There’s only so long he can keep the kid gloves on. He’s ready and he knows he’s ready. Joaquin reminds him of himself, like he’s passing his own mantle. And he wonders if his pop felt this way when he pushed the limits, drag racing down dirt roads. They’re a lot alike, he and Joaquin. But he’s also like Riley. Handsome, unserious in a way that captivates him. The jokes give him ease. Maybe they both stare just a bit too long. It’s dangerous. In so many ways. Joaquin ain’t Riley. He knows. But he remembers.