[Yuan doesn't know why that strikes him so, that he should be the only one that cares. It stills his hands for a moment or two, makes him scowl at the top of Kratos's head.]

[He supposes they're well equipped both to shield each other and to prod each other's hearts. Eventually he starts again.]

Conditioner. I'm aware the scent won't be your preference, but it's a tradeoff for not having the sort of snarls you usually do.

[Which are only magnified by this volume of hair.]