[...Kratos winds up mostly on Yuan. Yuan doesn't have the will to shove him further, not after the couple of days they've had. Besides: Kratos is warm, and he's not about to turn that away.]

[No one else should walk in on them. Should.]

[Yuan hopes.]

[He is secure enough, apparently, that he falls asleep anyway, and realizes he has only when he wakes to Kratos shifting. His eyes slit open, intending to assess if he should pretend to be asleep or not; but then his eyes meet Kratos's, and the concept of pretending is discarded as impossible.]

[...what does he say? Though it is a relief to note he is -- at peace.]

...Do you need-- help?