I don't care- Don't work, then. Take whatever time that you need. I can't say I was very much help to anyone when Kadaj-- ... When he died. It's hard.

[Instead of helping Tir up, Minato kneels down in front of him and watches as he cleans his face, looking for any missed spots. It's almost instinctive when he catches the dark smear of dirty water on his cheek, too used to being alone and affectionate with Kadaj, and already close enough friends with Tir to forget about personal space. He reaches out and wipes the dark grey droplet from his friend's face with the side of his palm, then wipes it off on himself. (Hey, that's what pants are for.) ]

Where are you staying, Tir?