If they were in their own world, the sad piano music would be going apeshit right now, the way John's voice chokes up at the address.
"Noel..." he says, and the King has never sounded so heartsick, so broken in relief to see him, to hold him in his arms, to know that he is... if not safe, then at least here.
Then Noel pulls the hat off, and he growls as he lifts and congratulations Charlie, he's treating you like a lightweight. Literally. Up like he's got a toddler in his arms frankly. And whoah is he up. John's tall.
"Keep the fucking hat on. You're freezing. We're taking you to the fire to warm up. Arthur said you could lose pieces if we don't!"
No pieces lost! Noel is in one piece here, now, and he's staying that way, goddammit.
Re: arrival
"Noel..." he says, and the King has never sounded so heartsick, so broken in relief to see him, to hold him in his arms, to know that he is... if not safe, then at least here.
Then Noel pulls the hat off, and he growls as he lifts and congratulations Charlie, he's treating you like a lightweight. Literally. Up like he's got a toddler in his arms frankly. And whoah is he up. John's tall.
"Keep the fucking hat on. You're freezing. We're taking you to the fire to warm up. Arthur said you could lose pieces if we don't!"
No pieces lost! Noel is in one piece here, now, and he's staying that way, goddammit.