Minato sighed quietly to himself as his friends sat beside him. Part of him felt guilty when Tir had a seat, for the way he'd been treating him- pushing him- all this time. But he was still there, with Minato a total mess, depressed and covered in Kadaj's dried gore, treating him as if he were sitting with him on any other day. He barely casts he or Kazuki an upward glance.

"...I'm sorry. I'm not very presentable."

The least he could think was 'at least I'm not drunk', but he did have a couple of drinks in there. It hit him hard, since he hadn't been eating, but nothing much more than putting him a little off balance. When Minato finally looked up, he cast his eyes on Kazuki first, his usually bright, grey eyes fairly dim. "I'm okay..." And then to Tir, something expressed in his eyes that he's still not ready to say. "Really. I'm not hurt..."