You don't owe me, [he says, already sounding like he might fall back asleep,] but maybe... you can carry me around again while we're here.

[This is all Ain wants in life, is for pretty boys to pick him up and carry him. Parade him around like the pretty bird he is. He wants to be princess-carried like they're on their honeymoon.

Speaking of... honeymoons... tangentially related, just as Ophelia comes in to give Ain a bottle of water and he's forced to sit up again:]

What are we calling ourselves, now? [sip,] Are we... boyfriends?