"Wh-what are you doing, fool?!" Albel slapped and pushed at Yuri, albeit weakly, wide-eyed at the attempt to lift him. "Stop! I'm not -- coughcough -- I'm not an invalid!"

Yet.

Albel sighed. Clearly, Yuri wasn't going to leave him alone. And Albel hated to admit it, but maybe that wasn't a bad thing.

"You can... walk me home," he conceded with a grumpy sniffle. "But you need not carry me!" He was not a blushing bride.