[Yuan seems to be working his way around something, but Kratos can't tell what it is. Some days, it's so easy to read Yuan that they might have known each other for years; sometimes, Kratos doesn't know what he's thinking.

[But the rest of the meal isn't bad, at least. When they're both done Kratos reaches out to take their plates, and rises, unthinkingly putting weight on his bad leg.

[This proves to be a mistake. The period of rest has stiffened it, made it unprepared to hold him, and it buckles. With a surprised grunt Kratos catches himself on the table, but the dishes go toppling to smash against the floor.]