[There isn't a good argument for that. Yuan's just going to wind up yelling at Kratos, and Kratos will fall over instead of yelling back, and abruptly Yuan misses Kratos with an ache so strong it's physical, never mind that Kratos is right there.]
[Something about the people they were and can no longer be, he imagines, and dignifies nothing with an answer save for a towel.]
Here.
[Yuan has mastered the art of not quite looking.]
You're still exhausted, aren't you. There are clothes.
[He leaves only briefly, to retrieve the clothing that was dug up for Kratos. He is, however, going to stay while Kratos gets dressed, not quite trusting that wavering to keep Kratos upright.]
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[Something about the people they were and can no longer be, he imagines, and dignifies nothing with an answer save for a towel.]
Here.
[Yuan has mastered the art of not quite looking.]
You're still exhausted, aren't you. There are clothes.
[He leaves only briefly, to retrieve the clothing that was dug up for Kratos. He is, however, going to stay while Kratos gets dressed, not quite trusting that wavering to keep Kratos upright.]