"Yes, but that doesn't make it bad that you can't," Jack replied, with all the patience that he always had for Andrew. "You can fly, anyway. You're just afraid to. There's a difference." Andrew had taken a very bad fall and it had affected him.
He nodded his head, although he didn't really know what that felt like, but he could imagine. "Must be awful," he murmured. "But I would never let bad things happen, Andy."