[The silent treatment. Huh. Minato's unused to that since people were usually eager to say something to him, but in retrospect he should have expected that from a fellow Wild Card.
The next stretch of road is straight, and the predictability of Yu's steady steps lulls Minato further and further into dozing off. How funny then that he turns a thought in his head about the sound earlier only to realize that Yu had in fact answered his question without actually answering it- in hindsight he should have thought of that too.
With his consciousness slowly fading like fog before the sun, Minato raises his voice just by a minute volume so that he can be heard.]
You know...I've been thinking about that too. Not about that incident exactly, but we've been through a lot, haven't we? [Case in point: Volunteering to drag a drunk and half-conscious friend back to his apartment, come heaven or hell.]
[ Again, he's okay with the silence, as long as Minato doesn't actually fall asleep on him. Then he'll actually have to carry him, and that would be kind of a hassle. ]
We have. [ With a smile smile, he adds: ] Since the day we met.
[Minato's trying hard to not drift off to sleep since he doesn't want to be a literal burden on Yu, but it might be hard to tell that from how he seems to alternate between slipping and maintaining his grip.
He considers Yu's words and how he had used Minato's first name while they were at the hospital. Perhaps they haven't known each other that long and it's true that there's a lot they don't know, but his mind keeps returning to this supposed bond they shared almost as if they had met before.]
Yeah. [Pause.] Then I should refer to you by your first name too, huh, Yu-san?
[ It's one thing to have the Westerners and people from other worlds refer to him by his first name; that's pretty much expected, so it doesn't feel or sound strange when they do it.
But it's different, coming from Minato. Enough so that Yu shifts slightly at the sudden and very informal way Minato switches over to his given name. Yu-san... He sighs through his nose, smiling a little more, but this time it's kind of crooked. He can't help but wonder a little if Minato will remember this tomorrow.
> "Narukami-san is fine." > "I'd like that." > "Call me King." ]
That's good. [Sudden and informal is the actual way Minato rolls with honorifics, contrary to what one might initially assume judging by the way he uses them with everyone and applies it even to robots at times (Granted that said more about his general level of awareness than anything else). He'd rather address people by how they want to be called since it reflects their identity, and calling Yu by his first name means that they're equals.
Yu might not be able to see it in the dark, but Minato's happy to hear his that he'd like to be called by his first name.] ...I wonder what the rest of our friends are doing right now. Do you think they're still singing? [And that too is a sudden voiced thought.]
...Mmm. [That might sound like Minato's way of responding, but the increase in pressure on Yu's shoulder is probably indicative of something more than that.
... [The silence is ominous especially in light of how Minato's already fallen asleep on Yu once, thankfully broken a few seconds later with a coherent, if slurred answer.]
I think so... [This is extremely trying to Minato considering that his brain's stuck somewhere between the waking world and la-la land, and he has to squint a few times before pointing to one particular door, reaching into his pocket to fish out his wallet with his apartment key inside.
Only it's the wrong pocket, and he sighs, not feeling up to rummaging through the other one.]
Do you mind taking out my key, Yu-san? It's in the other pocket.
[ He'll reach across his friend's front and somewhat awkwardly slip his fingers into Minato's pocket, feeling as if this scenario is familiar, somehow...
>You received Apartment Key.
With some trepidation, Yu tries the key in the door... ]
We're home, [ He murmurs with some humor and relief. In Japanese, not the common tongue. He'll help Minato over the threshold, though after that, he seems uncertain what he should be doing... ]
What a relief. [It only seems appropriate to respond in kind and Minato lets out a yawn once they're properly inside the apartment- like Yu he's also at a loss for words and his attention is focused soon enough on the couch that's conveniently placed closer to them than his room.
On the other hand...maybe the couch isn't the best place to be completely wrecked on, and he glances at his room door.]
Alright. [ Yu wouldn't have settled for the couch anyway. Minato's poor roommates.
Still, heading for Minato's room... so soon in their relationship. He sometimes wonders if this is how his friends felt when they got into his room back in Inaba, and then wonders at himself for the comparison.
Either way, soon enough he's edging the door open. He doesn't know where the light switch is, and either way, his hands are kind of full, so they'll end up navigating together by whatever ambient light is in the room over to Minato's bed, which Yu will carefully lower Minato down onto. ]
[Minato's too preoccupied with maintaining his balance to help with that light switch, so he remains silent until they somehow manage to make it to his bed and he's lowered down onto his bed.]
This feels good. [He blinks dully, staring blankly at the ceiling while being completely oblivious to Yu's internal thoughts.] Thanks for bringing me back, Yu-san.
[ This feels ... good? Yu is left at a loss for words by the strange statement, misinterpreting what Minato could possibly mean. A little flustered, he decides to just leave it alone.. ]
You're welcome. Can I get you anything before I head home?
Huh? [There's a slight sound of Minato shifting to get a closer look at Yu, trying to figure out if his friend's seen something unusual. He settles back upon seeing nothing out of the ordinary, shaking his head.]
No, I'm fine. [It occurs belatedly to Minato that he's still in his damp clothes, his hair is wet and he really shouldn't be sleeping like this or he'll catch a cold.
It also occurs to him that he doesn't particularly care about that, and he gets ready to tuck in for the night.] Good night.
You shouldn't sleep like that... you'll get sick. [ Apparently, he'll say it for him. After all, his own pants are still wet, too, and it makes him realize the plight Minato's in. ]
Good night. [ He'll quietly excuse himself without waiting. What a strange night... but in all, he can't say he minded it. ]
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The next stretch of road is straight, and the predictability of Yu's steady steps lulls Minato further and further into dozing off. How funny then that he turns a thought in his head about the sound earlier only to realize that Yu had in fact answered his question without actually answering it- in hindsight he should have thought of that too.
With his consciousness slowly fading like fog before the sun, Minato raises his voice just by a minute volume so that he can be heard.]
You know...I've been thinking about that too. Not about that incident exactly, but we've been through a lot, haven't we? [Case in point: Volunteering to drag a drunk and half-conscious friend back to his apartment, come heaven or hell.]
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We have. [ With a smile smile, he adds: ] Since the day we met.
[ Not exactly an auspicious day. ]
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He considers Yu's words and how he had used Minato's first name while they were at the hospital. Perhaps they haven't known each other that long and it's true that there's a lot they don't know, but his mind keeps returning to this supposed bond they shared almost as if they had met before.]
Yeah. [Pause.] Then I should refer to you by your first name too, huh, Yu-san?
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But it's different, coming from Minato. Enough so that Yu shifts slightly at the sudden and very informal way Minato switches over to his given name. Yu-san... He sighs through his nose, smiling a little more, but this time it's kind of crooked. He can't help but wonder a little if Minato will remember this tomorrow.
> "Narukami-san is fine."
> "I'd like that."
> "Call me King." ]
I'd like that.
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Yu might not be able to see it in the dark, but Minato's happy to hear his that he'd like to be called by his first name.] ...I wonder what the rest of our friends are doing right now. Do you think they're still singing? [And that too is a sudden voiced thought.]
A THOUSAND YEARS LATER I FIND THIS IN MY INBOX
[ Yu adjusts Minato's arm over his shoulders, huffing a sound that isn't quite a laugh.
... they've even, now. In a way, that makes him happiest of all. ]
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Like say, Minato nodding off. Oops.]
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[ Yu almost stumbles, but valiantly manages to keep standing straight. Ah...
Well then. Yu will jostle Minato a little. ]
Minato-san? You can't fall asleep before we get you home...
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Sorry...I must have fallen asleep, huh. [He really did not intend for that to happen at least.]
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Are you sure you can stay awake right now? Do you ... remember where we're supposed to be going?
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My apartment, right? It should be right ahead.
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[ He hopes. Yu will still keep a hand under Minato's arm. ]
Can you point out the doorway?
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Only it's the wrong pocket, and he sighs, not feeling up to rummaging through the other one.]
Do you mind taking out my key, Yu-san? It's in the other pocket.
1/2
2/3 i lied
[ He'll reach across his friend's front and somewhat awkwardly slip his fingers into Minato's pocket, feeling as if this scenario is familiar, somehow...
>You received
With some trepidation, Yu tries the key in the door... ]
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We're home, [ He murmurs with some humor and relief. In Japanese, not the common tongue. He'll help Minato over the threshold, though after that, he seems uncertain what he should be doing... ]
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On the other hand...maybe the couch isn't the best place to be completely wrecked on, and he glances at his room door.]
...My room's over there.
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Still, heading for Minato's room... so soon in their relationship. He sometimes wonders if this is how his friends felt when they got into his room back in Inaba, and then wonders at himself for the comparison.
Either way, soon enough he's edging the door open. He doesn't know where the light switch is, and either way, his hands are kind of full, so they'll end up navigating together by whatever ambient light is in the room over to Minato's bed, which Yu will carefully lower Minato down onto. ]
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This feels good. [He blinks dully, staring blankly at the ceiling while being completely oblivious to Yu's internal thoughts.] Thanks for bringing me back, Yu-san.
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[ This feels ... good? Yu is left at a loss for words by the strange statement, misinterpreting what Minato could possibly mean. A little flustered, he decides to just leave it alone.. ]
You're welcome. Can I get you anything before I head home?
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No, I'm fine. [It occurs belatedly to Minato that he's still in his damp clothes, his hair is wet and he really shouldn't be sleeping like this or he'll catch a cold.
It also occurs to him that he doesn't particularly care about that, and he gets ready to tuck in for the night.] Good night.
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You shouldn't sleep like that... you'll get sick. [ Apparently, he'll say it for him. After all, his own pants are still wet, too, and it makes him realize the plight Minato's in. ]
Good night. [ He'll quietly excuse himself without waiting. What a strange night... but in all, he can't say he minded it. ]