[What exactly is that pause? Kratos seems to need to think about these things, sometimes. Not that they happen often.]

[Yuan flashes him a smile that is not a smile at all, something quick and tight and a little bitter around the edges.]

It won't take much time.

[Practice does that.]

Sit where I can reach you.

I have to admit, I'd assumed your hair would weigh itself down with length, not... continue its unruliness.