Duo just smirked, "Not a problem, buddy," and braced himself for the final swoop out the window, grinning like a maniac as he watched the ground speed towards them. He knew that Near wasn't going into a real divebomb, he seemed to have much more self-preservation than that if he really wanted Duo dead, but it was still there, that adrenaline rush. That pure kick of energy when every instinct told you to stop before you killed yourself. And when they pulled up, he let a triumphant crow, pumping a fist into the air as they soared higher.
It had been over a year since Duo had done any real flying. It was hard to find death defying stunts to pull in peace time, it turned out, and the only thing that had been able to fly around the city were the birds. It had been part of the reason he'd decided to start rebuilding Deathscythe in the first place, he just missed the thrill it gave him. But none of his most epic flights, even the ones that he'd managed to scrape out of alive and uncaptured under the most dangerous of situations were nothing like flying free like this. No ship, no Gundam, no mobile suit, no airplane.
Just him and Near and the sky stretched out before them.