[It isn't until Yuan's phrasing is so careful that Kratos realises the implications of what he's just asked. He's vulnerable enough that the thought of it makes him flush, difficult though it might be to see given dim light and skin tone; but Yuan has already answered, and made it so, and left open the allowance for contact, if Kratos needs it.

[Judging by the minutes he'd spent staring at his pillow, he does need it.]

Yes, Master Ka-Fai.

[Kratos stirs again, finally, waiting for Yuan to lift his hand before actually rising to limp across to Yuan's bed, settling in much the same position as he had the night before.]