Circumspect and given to structure as Credence is, flexibility has always been required in their relationship. Kira doesn't know anymore, what might happen when they talk, where they might go, and all he can do is push when it feels like time to push and let things go when it isn't. If Credence wants to swim, Credence can swim. If he wants to slip to the other side of the rock and cry, Kira will keep watch from his own side.

"Yeah, sure," he agrees, stepping side to give Credence room to wade in. "Whatever you want, I'll get our stuff settled, let me know if you want company."

With some people, he wouldn't. Maybe with Credence, he shouldn't, but before he walks further around the rock to give him some space, he sets his hand over Credence's shoulder. He's done it before, but never with the knowledge of the scar wrapped around its curve, never skin to marked skin. It doesn't linger for long, just a touch and squeeze before he moves on.

This doesn't change anything, unless Credence decides it should.