[Yuan's voice has more of a rasp to it than he expected, when he finally rouses himself to an explicit vocalization again. He leans his head against Kratos's.]
[He is not inclined to sleep, and that process is currently disabled, anyway, but his eyes half-close, and he lets the inputs of other senses take over. The familiar hum of Kratos's mana, and the more distant signatures of the others; the warmth of the body leaning against him; the sounds of the children below, settling.]
[In its own way, that's relaxing.]
[When Kratos speaks, it isn't a surprise, but for a moment Yuan doesn't know how to answer. He had thought he should be the one asking forgiveness: for leaving Kratos behind, for not coming sooner.]
[For watching his son grow up when Kratos could not.]
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[Yuan's voice has more of a rasp to it than he expected, when he finally rouses himself to an explicit vocalization again. He leans his head against Kratos's.]
[He is not inclined to sleep, and that process is currently disabled, anyway, but his eyes half-close, and he lets the inputs of other senses take over. The familiar hum of Kratos's mana, and the more distant signatures of the others; the warmth of the body leaning against him; the sounds of the children below, settling.]
[In its own way, that's relaxing.]
[When Kratos speaks, it isn't a surprise, but for a moment Yuan doesn't know how to answer. He had thought he should be the one asking forgiveness: for leaving Kratos behind, for not coming sooner.]
[For watching his son grow up when Kratos could not.]
I already have.