[ The thing is, he's so tired. He could let it be. He could just nod and say "yes, of course, Flynn," but he's not in a coherent enough headspace to say that and only that. ]

Shouldn't.

[ He murmurs it against Flynn's shoulder, his eyes falling shut. He should really sleep, or eat something at least. His body feels heavy, weak ]

What would it do, Flynn? Then we'd both be stuck in there. Don't want, don't want that to happen to you. Don't want to see you like that. Too good [ For that, too good to let that happen to. ]