Flynn had come back from a long day of absolute carnage, drenched in gore. He would've just stripped himself of his armor and headed off to shower, but he had to see you, his medic, first.

He drops his weapons on the table, before removing his armor, revealing his underclothes, covered in sweat, and the bruises and scrapes he's earned from today all over his skin.

After you look over him, he scoops you up in his arms, holding you bridal style. Bless past him for making the decision to pick you up and take him with you. You were a blessing in itself.

"Gonna take a shower. As soon as I finish kissin' my favorite medic."

He kisses you hard, almost as if it was a declaration of how grateful he was to be back, to see you, to be here, with you, safe and comfortable.