[Kratos watches him leave with an impassive kind of incredulity, and when the doors slides shut he lets his head drop back again with a wry laugh.

[He had forgotten just how vindictive Yuan could get in his pettiness, and somehow, it feels more comforting than irritating (though it is most definitely irritating). It feels as though, for the first time in a long while, Kratos isn't bearing a burden alone.

[Regardless of the fact that he's currently extra handcuffed to a bed.

[Going to sleep seems the only appropriate response to this situation.]