[Yuan's heart does something peculiar at that gentle tip of Zelos's head toward him.]

[It's warm.]

[Absently, not even thinking about it, he smooths an errant lock of hair back.]

Good. You have enough to worry about without adding me to the list.

Nethan is, for the moment, right. I'll be here. If I ever do need to leave for long, I'll come back.

[Even if it's just to explain to Zelos. Yuan has a preference for keeping his word, when he gives it.]

[He does note that this doesn't look much like leaving, but isn't prompting. Yet.]