"I am exhausted," the Prince agreed, trying really hard not to whine. And he was really hungry. He hoped he could stay awake long enough to eat, actually.
The Prince tried really hard, but everything hurt and his legs were really barely holding him up. He didn't expect his Father to just pick him up, he was a little stunned, actually. But he held on with his working arm and put his head on his Father's shoulder. Even in his worse years, he never stopped loving and idolizing his parents. His Father had always really been his hero, even when he didn't let Sora do what he wanted or tried to make him do what he didn't want. Right now he was reminded of being a child and being carried when he hurt himself, or carried to bed while half asleep, and it felt so comforting.
"Philip!" the Prince called before they made it too far. "You are dismissed." There really was no need to follow him anymore. Not while he was home. Barty actually kind of just stood there with Wilbur and looked at each other.
"You want to go to the Prancing Pony?" Wilbur suggested. Barty smiled. "Sure do. Philip?"