[ Flynn doesn't dignify that with anything except a pointed look. Yuri knows damn good and well that Flynn can't pick locks, which means that once again Flynn has to rely on Yuri doing the thing that hurts him to get them out of something dire.
He is so tired of not being good enough to save them both on his own.
But dwelling won't get them out of here and it won't stop Yuri having to literally give up his own blood to do it. Flynn rests his aching fingers in Yuri's palm and lets himself, in a moment of weakness, just squeeze his hand, feeling the reassuring solid coolness of his fingers.
Then he realizes that probably hurts and takes his weight off it entirely, pushing himself up on shaky feet, swaying close to Yuri. Flynn wants to hug him, wants to press his face into Yuri's throat and tell him to please just let Flynn help, somehow, but there is nothing he can do and the knowledge is acid in his lungs. ]
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He is so tired of not being good enough to save them both on his own.
But dwelling won't get them out of here and it won't stop Yuri having to literally give up his own blood to do it. Flynn rests his aching fingers in Yuri's palm and lets himself, in a moment of weakness, just squeeze his hand, feeling the reassuring solid coolness of his fingers.
Then he realizes that probably hurts and takes his weight off it entirely, pushing himself up on shaky feet, swaying close to Yuri. Flynn wants to hug him, wants to press his face into Yuri's throat and tell him to please just let Flynn help, somehow, but there is nothing he can do and the knowledge is acid in his lungs. ]
Let's see what we're up against first.