[Kratos takes another breath, making sure to let it out slowly. He feels the shift in Yuan's shoulders as his moves his hand, and after a moment follows suit, his hand landing entirely un-coincidentally on Yuan's. The mana of the 'glove' tingles, familiar.
[Yuan's never been gentle before. The fact he's putting in the effort now -- Kratos is quite aware of how much he'll never be able to repay.
[Another breath, and Kratos closes his eyes again. He doesn't reach inward, this time; he just sits, feeling Yuan's mana but not focussing on it; feeling his own. Even that puts a tightness in his gut, a discomfort in his mind which rings with the anticipation of pain or abandonment. Or both.
[Nothing happens. The seconds tick by and nothing happens, except for the little tweaks Yuan makes, reforging his armour with mana. The expectation doesn't fade, but it does loosen, a little, so that when Kratos gingerly stirs his mana around their joined hands, a tiny crackle of lightning arcs across their fingers.
[It isn't deliberate. It isn't mana pushed outward, not even close; it's just a reaction between their similar tastes caused by the movement of Kratos's mana against Yuan's. But at least it moves. It moves in ways unfamiliar, ways it oughtn't and which Kratos can't look closely enough to divine -- yet -- but it moves.]
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[Yuan's never been gentle before. The fact he's putting in the effort now -- Kratos is quite aware of how much he'll never be able to repay.
[Another breath, and Kratos closes his eyes again. He doesn't reach inward, this time; he just sits, feeling Yuan's mana but not focussing on it; feeling his own. Even that puts a tightness in his gut, a discomfort in his mind which rings with the anticipation of pain or abandonment. Or both.
[Nothing happens. The seconds tick by and nothing happens, except for the little tweaks Yuan makes, reforging his armour with mana. The expectation doesn't fade, but it does loosen, a little, so that when Kratos gingerly stirs his mana around their joined hands, a tiny crackle of lightning arcs across their fingers.
[It isn't deliberate. It isn't mana pushed outward, not even close; it's just a reaction between their similar tastes caused by the movement of Kratos's mana against Yuan's. But at least it moves. It moves in ways unfamiliar, ways it oughtn't and which Kratos can't look closely enough to divine -- yet -- but it moves.]