[That's genuine confusion. Yuan turns before he's thought better of it, before more conscious instincts can cut in and remind him there's a risk of unclothedness.]
[Kratos's posture says it all, really. Normally Kratos wouldn't have made that mistake-- but normally Kratos isn't pained and unhappy, either. Yuan comes back over, deliberating only briefly before crouching in front of Kratos. Better that than looming over him, and this way he can catch Kratos's gaze even with head bowed.]
No. There's nothing to forgive.
[His hands shift, reach, don't settle-- like he knows there is some comfort to offer but has no idea what it might be, or how to give it.]
I'm refusing to let you bear this on your own any longer. There's no reason for you to suffer when I can intervene. Who?
no subject
[That's genuine confusion. Yuan turns before he's thought better of it, before more conscious instincts can cut in and remind him there's a risk of unclothedness.]
[Kratos's posture says it all, really. Normally Kratos wouldn't have made that mistake-- but normally Kratos isn't pained and unhappy, either. Yuan comes back over, deliberating only briefly before crouching in front of Kratos. Better that than looming over him, and this way he can catch Kratos's gaze even with head bowed.]
No. There's nothing to forgive.
[His hands shift, reach, don't settle-- like he knows there is some comfort to offer but has no idea what it might be, or how to give it.]
I'm refusing to let you bear this on your own any longer. There's no reason for you to suffer when I can intervene. Who?