Annwyl. That nearly makes him want to bry.

He nods, managing to eek out a breathy little "P-please..." Later on he'll figure out he could actually help more by using his arms to move his body, but for now all he can think about is holding on. There was no way he can stop now, even if wants to. His end is already roaring up to meet him, and he tries to scramble as close as possible to the other boy.