[Kratos feels the shift under his back, and the feather-light touch, and though he makes no acknowledgement there's a faint smile hidden by that unmanageable hair. He's missed Yuan. He's pretended he hasn't, that he can't; pretended well enough that he thought he didn't. He does now, even with Yuan right there, as though his emotions need some time to catch up before they'll accept that Yuan is there.]

I haven't seen any evidence of the romance, yet. Just a man and his dog.

[He pauses.]

Please tell me that isn't the romance.

[Look, some of the things the ninja come up with ...]