[Thanks Reverie, for providing the inappropriate backtrack to their lives no one asked for.
Minato just rests his head against the other man with his eyes closed for the duration of the trip to Alucard's room, only wrenching them back open once they'd arrived. Normally having something fly straight up into his face would probably make him recoil and startle a bit, but instead he just gives Charlotte a tired look, and a small attempt at a reassuring smile to garner a sense of trust. It didn't really work out very well, but he tried! Kind of. He's too exhausted emotionally (well, and physically) to really pay much attention to the room around him, instead just curling up immediately upon being placed on the bed in a tired heap.]
No, it's alright. Thank you.
[He was hydrated and everything, and while he hadn't eaten, he wasn't feeling particularly up to it right now, which is part of the reason he'd ended up just slumping to the floor and laying down in a pile of uselessness right outside the mess hall. It was a miracle he'd even made it that far, but he'd had a momentary swing from a low to a... well, high wasn't the right thing to say, so much as "slightly less depressed" was.]
...I do have one request. If it's not too much trouble.
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Minato just rests his head against the other man with his eyes closed for the duration of the trip to Alucard's room, only wrenching them back open once they'd arrived. Normally having something fly straight up into his face would probably make him recoil and startle a bit, but instead he just gives Charlotte a tired look, and a small attempt at a reassuring smile to garner a sense of trust. It didn't really work out very well, but he tried! Kind of. He's too exhausted emotionally (well, and physically) to really pay much attention to the room around him, instead just curling up immediately upon being placed on the bed in a tired heap.]
No, it's alright. Thank you.
[He was hydrated and everything, and while he hadn't eaten, he wasn't feeling particularly up to it right now, which is part of the reason he'd ended up just slumping to the floor and laying down in a pile of uselessness right outside the mess hall. It was a miracle he'd even made it that far, but he'd had a momentary swing from a low to a... well, high wasn't the right thing to say, so much as "slightly less depressed" was.]
...I do have one request. If it's not too much trouble.