[That was all. Yuan nods to Botta, and turns his attention to the papers left with him.]
[And, somewhat, Kratos. He was half-expecting Kratos to stir, but apparently sickness is doing quite a number on him, and Kratos is practically unmoved.]
[He seems younger like this. Yuan's let a hand drift to rest on Kratos' hair before he really thinks about it, and the nostalgia's an unexpectedly forceful pang.]
[When he does realize it Yuan decides enough is enough, and picks Kratos up. It's easy enough, despite the awkward angle, and Yuan is careful about laying Kratos back down in bed.]
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[And, somewhat, Kratos. He was half-expecting Kratos to stir, but apparently sickness is doing quite a number on him, and Kratos is practically unmoved.]
[He seems younger like this. Yuan's let a hand drift to rest on Kratos' hair before he really thinks about it, and the nostalgia's an unexpectedly forceful pang.]
[When he does realize it Yuan decides enough is enough, and picks Kratos up. It's easy enough, despite the awkward angle, and Yuan is careful about laying Kratos back down in bed.]