[ Minato's path is followed with the same gaze as before, up until the sentence. He's actually answering. Good. Or less good, because damn everything he did it again. The coffee is downed without reaction, mug set in the sink, then. Then what. Focus. Focus. One problem at a time. So the third problem is moved onto, regardless of one-handed difficulties.

Wait, why is Lion's voice closer. J'accuse. They get the long stare-down of someone about to get newspaper'd again. But no. That followed the demands of the answer. Acceptable. They are spared punishment. Or. Most punishment. The blonde is gestured to with the hot water kettle. ] Minato, this is my partner. Lion is doing their best and trying very hard. Please take care of them.

[ Fill to line, hold top closed with a fork, one minor flaw repaired. Only countless to go. Minato's noodles are set in front of him, as payment for what is going to be the obvious question that follows. ]

He didn't kill anyone, right?

[ Or not. ]