Charlie whimpered softly as the mans arms closed around him just a little bit tighter than they had been before. He struggle just barely against Valentin's grip, but even in his clouded mental state he knew that the struggle was more or less futile. Even if he was at full strength he couldn't put up any sort of fight against a man that had this much height on him, and he hadn't been at full strength for quite a few years now. The small male eventually relaxed as much as his throbbing body would allow, and he pressed his face into the mans shoulder, quietly listening to the words that he exchanged with the man who he had deduced was most likely a butler of some sort.<br/><br/>He sat there in Val's arms, completely still aside from the faint and shallow breaths he took. He listened to the crackling of the fire, and the slow, steady sound of his current companions breathing, it was soothing enough to distract him from the pain momentarily, but not enough to lull him to sleep, though if he had been in nearly any other situation is most definitely would have been. The man who he held him now made him feel oddly safe, despite the fact that he barely knew him; there was some sort of innate knowledge he had about Valentin, and though he couldn't place a finger on it exactly, he knew that this man would take good care of him. Charlie listened quietly as the man spoke, directly to him this time, and he let out a long, low breath as he slowly nodded.<br/><br/>"I-I do t-t-t-trust you," he whispered, slowly forcing his eyes to open even though the warmth and the light caused them to immediately begin watering. "'s not as though I have m-m-much of a ch-choice, if I ch-choose to leave I-I-I'll d-d-die," he commented as he gazed up at the man with a blurry, watery gaze. He didn't vocalize this, but his next thought was that even if he had a choice in this moment he'd most likely trust him, and at that his body relaxed a bit more and he rested his head down onto the mans shoulder again, trying to control his breaths as best he could as the other held him.<br/><br/>So, he remained in the mans arms as the pair of them waited for help to arrive. He tried his best to improve his condition in any way he could as he gradually gained a bit more mental clarity whilst they sat there together. Near the point in time when the man they'd contacted was due to show up, he opened his eyes again and murmured in a very weak, wispy voice, "W-Why did you c-come get me, V-Valentin?" It was a fair question. The man had nothing to gain from bringing the small stray into his home, but only things to loose; the community despised the small young man, so it was incredibly odd to him that Val did not.