[It is much better. Such that a sleepy-minded Yuan can barely think why he'd argued against this; obviously this was a superior plan of action all along.]
[Automatically, without thinking, he squeezes back.]
[But then Kratos is stirring, and Yuan is sure he should stir too, and the slow disentangling of the morning proceeds, and he just... won't say anything about the fact one of those disentanglings is their hands. There is no room to examine it, one way or another.]
[The chill seems more chill by comparison, and yet better staved off all at once.]
[And Yuan's tendency to check for Kratos's presence does not so much disappear as it is sated, at least a little bit. But he is still restless, and still notably better off when Kratos is near him.]
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[Automatically, without thinking, he squeezes back.]
[But then Kratos is stirring, and Yuan is sure he should stir too, and the slow disentangling of the morning proceeds, and he just... won't say anything about the fact one of those disentanglings is their hands. There is no room to examine it, one way or another.]
[The chill seems more chill by comparison, and yet better staved off all at once.]
[And Yuan's tendency to check for Kratos's presence does not so much disappear as it is sated, at least a little bit. But he is still restless, and still notably better off when Kratos is near him.]