[Yuan will thank Botta when he has enough conscious mind free to do it.]
[Right now he's receiving Kratos's panic and, mercifully, enough of the words that Yuan can actually tell what the problem is. To some extent. He trusts Botta to handle things, ignores the people, and bends over Kratos. Abnormally still, for the aftermath of a nightmare. The Sword? Doesn't matter.]
Damn you, Kratos, look at me.
[It's-- almost an echo. Older times. Much, much older. Half on the bed, leaning over, Yuan cups Kratos's face, moves the angle of his sight by force. It's still possible he'll get his wrist broken for this, if Kratos comes enough out of it to respond without consciously processing. It's also possible Yuan doesn't actually care.]
[The long tail of his braid falls to drape over Kratos. It seems inconsequential.]
no subject
[Right now he's receiving Kratos's panic and, mercifully, enough of the words that Yuan can actually tell what the problem is. To some extent. He trusts Botta to handle things, ignores the people, and bends over Kratos. Abnormally still, for the aftermath of a nightmare. The Sword? Doesn't matter.]
Damn you, Kratos, look at me.
[It's-- almost an echo. Older times. Much, much older. Half on the bed, leaning over, Yuan cups Kratos's face, moves the angle of his sight by force. It's still possible he'll get his wrist broken for this, if Kratos comes enough out of it to respond without consciously processing. It's also possible Yuan doesn't actually care.]
[The long tail of his braid falls to drape over Kratos. It seems inconsequential.]
Asgard. Asgard, not the Tower. Can you sit up?