[Genis's reaction is what makes Lloyd look up from staring down into his tea. He, also, looks tired, like the rest of them -- except Botta and Colette, the latter of whom is sitting on Lloyd's other side, with his hand in hers. Lloyd hurriedly gets to his feet the instant he sees Kratos and Yuan in the doorway, his expression turning anxious. He wastes no time in obeying that order, nearly stumbling over one of the pillows Botta has pulled out for them.

[Kratos, for his part, has to try very hard not to hide behind Yuan. It's unsettling, how deep that urge is; he even finds himself lowering his chin to hide his face behind his bangs, and when's the last time he did that?]

Dad?

[With a bit more effort Kratos manages to lift his face properly to look at Lloyd. He does try to smile -- but it doesn't quite reach his face. He's never been so grateful for Yuan's direction as right then. A hug is much easier than a smile. With a slight exhale Kratos steps forward to pull Lloyd into an embrace, resting his chin on Lloyd's head, and that's almost the easiest thing in the world.]

Forgive me for worrying you.

[He feels more than hears Lloyd laugh disbelievingly against his shoulder, and Lloyd's fingers grip his shirt.]

Forgive you? Weirdo. What's there to forgive?

[Now the smile comes, almost without bidding.]