"I could just use a crow to grab it... probably," he mumbles against Ryan's lips, thoroughly reluctant to have to go anywhere, mostly because that would mean not remaining as pressed up to him as he was. For whole minutes.

But eventually Henry sighs, nudging his forehead back against his, "...you're gonna have to move, if you want me to get anywhere. Really need to keep stuff here, even if the cat would drag it around."