[Yuan doesn't flinch. He doesn't. The stiffness is only because he didn't expect the suddenness of Kratos's movement, that's all.]

[When he remembers what to do with this, Yuan softens, folds his arms loosely around Kratos in return.]

[He can't entirely say he understands. He wishes he did; but the time when they could speak without speaking is gone. Perhaps it's best that they re-learn it.]

[He can't think of something Kratos should be apologizing for, though, either. Yuan lowers his head slightly, not quite resting on Kratos's shoulder.]

How many times have I nearly killed you, Kratos?