[The title's just one more thing to prickle under Yuan's skin. He watches Kratos go for a moment, then returns to his desk, letting the door close. It feels too final.]

[No. They'll speak of this later. All the same, Yuan spends longer than he'd like with his fingers laced together and his forehead resting in his linked hands. Damn it all.]

[He does manage to get his work done. Eventually. The day isn't a complete write-off, anyway. Yuan's fastening his cloak about his shoulders again when the knock at his door comes.]

[...Finding Kratos there is almost a surprise. Kratos hasn't felt the need to knock in a long time. He's unsure where he stands with Yuan again, and that's... well, not entirely Yuan's fault. Only partially. He sighs at Kratos, stands away from the door so Kratos can get what he needs.]

Is what's at home sufficient for tonight, or shall we stop?

[It's almost normal. Almost.]