[Yuan's hand lingers in his hair for a moment before Yuan himself pulls away, stands. Not quite looking, judging that Kratos might want some space to compose himself after all this.]

Don't feel you have to.

[Just... to make that clear, given the things he knows people have expected from him the moment he purchased Kratos.]

But my bed is slightly larger.

[Space concerns, naturally, but being a commander has its privileges. Yuan flips his braid over his shoulder -- it's going faintly fuzzy with wear and sleep, will definitely need to be redone in the morning -- and makes the very short trek back to his bed, not waiting to see if Kratos follows. He doesn't think Kratos can find a way to collapse over that short a distance.]