[Kratos draws in a breath and holds it, so it doesn't come out some other way. No; no. Enough. Tears -- will change nothing. And Yuan clearly realises the rawness of the question. ... And yet; the fact that he asked it without thinking, and the tone in his voice --

[Another breath which Kratos lets out slowly, and then he leans back against the shoulder he can feel brushing his back. He doesn't look around, but he tips his head back just enough to rest on Yuan's shoulder properly.]

Like this.

[Like -- grieving and knowing someone's going to be there. Honey-cakes and well-wishes, unknown fears of the future, moving forward. Being together. Like this.]