[Kurama relaxes a little as Minato does, relieved to see him calming. Not just see; Minato's scent is losing most of that acrid fear taint. He shifts a little to sit with his back to the wall, cradling Minato close.

The way he looks at Minato is so soft, almost helplessly tender. Between Inari and his own lack of memory, every mask his true feelings were hidden behind has been ripped away.]

As am I. It was...unnerving. Thank you for staying with me.