[A casual 'thanks' like that could have been written off, handily ignored in the mass of other things Yuan has to handle.]
[But then Zelos hugs him. Yuan is by no stretch of the imagination expecting it, and at first he stiffens. Lloyd he'd gotten used to, vaguely, while they were in the same location. Lloyd is also smaller than this.]
[Hugs don't happen to Yuan often.]
[But he takes a conscious breath, and he relaxes, and sets a hand atop Zelos's head, bowing his own head a fraction. The hug is returned, after a fashion.]
None of this is your fault. You don't need to thank me for casual decency.
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[But then Zelos hugs him. Yuan is by no stretch of the imagination expecting it, and at first he stiffens. Lloyd he'd gotten used to, vaguely, while they were in the same location. Lloyd is also smaller than this.]
[Hugs don't happen to Yuan often.]
[But he takes a conscious breath, and he relaxes, and sets a hand atop Zelos's head, bowing his own head a fraction. The hug is returned, after a fashion.]
None of this is your fault. You don't need to thank me for casual decency.