sorta just picks him up tbh
His initial reaction is discomfort, feet leaving the ground suddenly has never boded well, his body insists, stiffening even as he’s fully aware of what’s happening. It takes a moment for him to convince those muscles to relax, to figure out what he wants to do, caught in Yuri’s clutches like so.
And he decides to do nothing, draping himself over the wolf and settling with the same air of a cat finding a comfortable spot on a ledge to not move from the rest of the afternoon. It’s far more comfortable than standing around or walking. Heavens, him at his age, walking? Absurd. Let him be carried like the frail old man he is. The sort of senile old coot that’ll take any opportunity to grope his caretaker whenever possible.
“Oh, ya’ve such a good heart, takin’ pity an’ takin’ an old man int’ yer strong arms. Offerin’ t’ carry ‘im all day, t’ all th’ places I gotta go. Ain’t never met so kind an’ honorable a lad. Brings a tear t’ my eye.” All said dramatically, and whilst trying to cop as obscene a feel as he can.