[Yuan helps peel the shirt off Kratos until Kratos can manage the rest himself. He cannot help but see that mass of crossed scars, even not quite directly behind Kratos, and it makes his mouth tighten with distaste. Not for the marks, not really, but for what should not have been done to Kratos.]

What do you think I do about my own hair? It's hardly that much different when it's you.

[Really, Kratos.]

[Yuan's careful with where he puts his eyes as Kratos continues disrobing. It's not as though either of them has anything the other hasn't seen before, and there wasn't always space and time for privacy when they traveled, but it's something Kratos should have just as much a right to.]

[He holds out an arm, where it should be in Kratos's field of vision, and considers the ceiling.]

Here.