[It's a laugh, sort of. There's a smile there, at least. But 'at your own pace' causes Kratos problems; he doesn't know what happens next. His gaze keeps being drawn back to Lloyd, but Lloyd can't sit there for Kratos to stare at him for hours on end. He could go back to sleep, but he isn't sure he wants to. He's spent so long being incognizant; as nice as it was to sleep, the idea of going back to it is rather less than appealing.
[In the end Kratos's gaze is drawn by the layered shift of Yuan's hair, and he remembers he never answered Yuan's question.]
I like your hair better this way.
[It's awkward. It's very awkward. Kratos doesn't know what to say or do next, and he winds up edging that sense of adrift confusion, combined with question, at Yuan. Maybe Yuan knows something to do.
[He does not see the face Lloyd is making at Yuan's hair, the frown and nose wrinkle. (It looks so weird!)]
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[It's a laugh, sort of. There's a smile there, at least. But 'at your own pace' causes Kratos problems; he doesn't know what happens next. His gaze keeps being drawn back to Lloyd, but Lloyd can't sit there for Kratos to stare at him for hours on end. He could go back to sleep, but he isn't sure he wants to. He's spent so long being incognizant; as nice as it was to sleep, the idea of going back to it is rather less than appealing.
[In the end Kratos's gaze is drawn by the layered shift of Yuan's hair, and he remembers he never answered Yuan's question.]
I like your hair better this way.
[It's awkward. It's very awkward. Kratos doesn't know what to say or do next, and he winds up edging that sense of adrift confusion, combined with question, at Yuan. Maybe Yuan knows something to do.
[He does not see the face Lloyd is making at Yuan's hair, the frown and nose wrinkle. (It looks so weird!)]