Jay's panting warmly, hard in Lecter's hand and moving with his touch.

The blood carries the memories of flying, of falling, of flying again.

And then falling. And fast not. Panic flooding his system. Then a hand around his wrist, catching him with a jolt. A jolt so sudden he can feel the muscles in his shoulder tear as the joint dislocates. Pain, surgery, the slow recovery. The frustration of not being able to do what he loves. The disappointment in his mentor's eyes.