[ The smile that flits over his lips is both impish and all-knowing. Both boy and godling as Kaiba liked to call him. ]

I've known you longer than a month, Kaiba. I've held your heart and soul. I've interfaced with your most precious tech. I've seen the inner workings of your craft, gotten to feel your life's work. I got to hear stories of space and tech, and learn about your younger brother...and how he looks up to you like a god. I've had your hands tenderly pulling splinters from mine...

[ He squeezes Kaiba's hand, a little reminder of the very hands he helped mend only a short while ago. ]

Got to see the meticulous way you focus and concentrate while you work. Got to hear how your staff calls you Kaiba-sama and be reminded that it's a word of reverence. Like a god. Got to hear the stories of your death and life and cursory warnings of magic. I've seen your anger, your disgust, your indifference, and every now and then the good. The tender...

[ Those hands are drawn close, his head bowing so he can press kisses to knuckles. ]

So tell me again how I've only known you for a month when I've seen things it'll probably take some a lifetime to see from you? If that.