[Yuan reaches out before he can think better of it, hand on Kratos's tunic and nudging him just enough to see more clearly in the light. When Yuan realizes exactly what he's seeing his expression goes flat and hard, jaw clenched, and he draws his hand back as though he was burned, straightening and turning away.]
[Damn it. Someone, or multiple someones, has been beating Kratos, and Yuan didn't know.]
[His bearing is utterly rigid, but in contrast his voice has a low rasp of anger in it.]
How long has this been going on?
[If he asks why Kratos didn't say anything the answer is just going to make him angrier, isn't it.]
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[Yuan reaches out before he can think better of it, hand on Kratos's tunic and nudging him just enough to see more clearly in the light. When Yuan realizes exactly what he's seeing his expression goes flat and hard, jaw clenched, and he draws his hand back as though he was burned, straightening and turning away.]
[Damn it. Someone, or multiple someones, has been beating Kratos, and Yuan didn't know.]
[His bearing is utterly rigid, but in contrast his voice has a low rasp of anger in it.]
How long has this been going on?
[If he asks why Kratos didn't say anything the answer is just going to make him angrier, isn't it.]