[Yuan doesn't believe Kratos has a limited supply of dislike. It is infinite, and therefore may be inflicted on anything as he chooses.]
[Kratos is getting tired, though, it looks like, judging by the way his eyes droop.]
Hmph. Maybe.
[But this is quieter, and still dry, not really Yuan arguing.]
[...he isn't expecting to be recommended a restaurant, of all things. It strikes him as odd at first, then sentimentally thoughtful, and while Yuan's still puzzling over what to do with the emotion Kratos stops. In a way that doesn't sound like it's just the breathing.]
[Yuan wonders what he'd feel, if his home was gone. Gingerly, he reaches out, laying a hand gentle on Kratos's untidy hair before abruptly reconsidering and touching his shoulder instead.]
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[Kratos is getting tired, though, it looks like, judging by the way his eyes droop.]
Hmph. Maybe.
[But this is quieter, and still dry, not really Yuan arguing.]
[...he isn't expecting to be recommended a restaurant, of all things. It strikes him as odd at first, then sentimentally thoughtful, and while Yuan's still puzzling over what to do with the emotion Kratos stops. In a way that doesn't sound like it's just the breathing.]
[Yuan wonders what he'd feel, if his home was gone. Gingerly, he reaches out, laying a hand gentle on Kratos's untidy hair before abruptly reconsidering and touching his shoulder instead.]