[Yuan settles beside him, not quite touching, not quite hovering; but he has noticeably softened, nevertheless.]

Kratos. Do you remember anything of who pushed you? Was anything said?

[It is low and urgent. And Yuan would swear he does not know how to be gentle, but despite that there is something in his voice that speaks of yearning to be.]

[...He was afraid. Even if he can only admit that to himself, right now.]

I am-- pleased you have returned safely.