Even though the statement is made tired, on the verge of falling asleep, it's appreciated very much.

He strokes Alfred's cheek and kisses him softly. "I can carry you, my love."

And he stands, lifting Alfred into his arms and cradling him against his chest. Carefully, he carries him down to the crypt, nestling him in the coffin amongst the blankets and pillows. Then he curls up beside him, arms around his waist, head against his chest. Not clinging, not exactly, but certainly holding him close.