Neverwinter Forest we will run backwards

Kratos catches him, and the rest doesn't seem to matter quite as much. He lets the other move him without a fight, realizing that the vulnerability he'd felt before had been nothing; self-imposed more than anything, a choice he'd made to keep Kratos in his life. This is real vulnerability, true helplessness in a way he's never experienced before. It's terrifying, but his mate is shockingly gentle.
He shivers as Kratos curls around him, closing his eyes after a moment, and tries to focus on letting himself feel safe. But all he can think about is how nice the touch feels, and how much he wishes he could do more. It's better than focusing on the burning in his leg, at least. This... this is really nice, He yawns, slurring. Can we do this when I'm not dying too?