[This entire undertaking may have been a mistake, given that shakiness.]

[But: there's very little tension, if any, where Yuan still has the potential to end him, were it not for that promise. So... perhaps. Perhaps there was some worth in it. And Kratos despite the age that shows on him still better resembles himself this way.]

[Yuan stands, stepping away because otherwise he's going to do something terribly emotional and demonstrative and it will be embarrassing for both of them. He starts the sink draining with one quick gesture, sets the abandoned razor on the edge of it. Hangs the towel. Little bits of business. A moment later, though, he bends to help Kratos up, easily supporting him.]

Let me tend to those.

[It is more imperative than request.]