[ those cheeks are a bit pinker suddenly, and it isn't from the strain of all the emotion pouring itself out over his face that causes it. he doesn't pull away, but he does tighten under flynn's hand, and reaches up to adamantly wipe his eyes once again with the backs of his hands and he takes in a few breaths.
this is so infuriating. he really needs some semblance of control again.
after a beat, sticky faced, his hands come back down and he curls his fingers into a portion of ruffled material on his blouse. ]
Would you carry me? [ just a question. —and testing out his limits. ]