Garrot laughs, and Gyre answers with a confused, amused snort of his own, relaxing as he feels all the tension flow out of this conversation. His eyebrows raise slowly as he listens to the explanation, and he purses his lips in the beginning of a smile.

"I'm fine," he reassures, reaching up to cup Garrot's face with a gentle fondness. This man is a lot most of the time, but he can't deny the guy is trying his hardest right now. "If you really want to carry me around in your arms, we can talk about it. Later. Not here," he says, gesturing around to the uh trucks surrounding them. He's barely comfortable in the city air, and the idea of being stuck in anyone's arms, even someone he trusts, is not great for him.

He pats him on the cheek at that, winking up at him. "Relax. Isn't that what you just told me?"