[There's a peace in the quiet, as Kratos abandons his attempt to see inside the kit to watch Yuan wrap his wrist. Peace in the fact that they can still make it to a place like this; not the base, but a place between them where one can still tend the other, can still be gentle with the other. Where they can still read what the other isn't saying.
[But at that, Kratos huffs.]
You'd think a technologically advanced base would have waterproof wraps. I can manage -- but you'll need to do my hair.
[This is delivered with an impassive expression and the faintest of head-tips; the challenging sort, where Kratos defies Yuan to find a reason not to help, now that the situation is what it is. He doesn't wait for a response, though, but rises carefully to begin figuring out how he's going to get his shirt off.
[Well. No time like the present. The hem is not so difficult, but before Kratos can lift it past his shoulders, his arms and shoulders spring to complaint, and he lets out a pained hiss.]
no subject
[But at that, Kratos huffs.]
You'd think a technologically advanced base would have waterproof wraps. I can manage -- but you'll need to do my hair.
[This is delivered with an impassive expression and the faintest of head-tips; the challenging sort, where Kratos defies Yuan to find a reason not to help, now that the situation is what it is. He doesn't wait for a response, though, but rises carefully to begin figuring out how he's going to get his shirt off.
[Well. No time like the present. The hem is not so difficult, but before Kratos can lift it past his shoulders, his arms and shoulders spring to complaint, and he lets out a pained hiss.]