[they always wind up in the exact place. hand outstretched, a soft c'mere and an awkward attempt to comfort each other. this time, when yugi takes him by the wrist, he pulls him about halfway in. he draws him to the side of the board so they can sit together. it's not like yugi takes up much space, so he just winds up draped over a long long leg.

he's warm. they both are. and much as he might complain, it's not the worst feeling in the world.]

I really shouldn't be doing this, you know. That's your job.

[by which he means compassion, kindness, that companionable solidarity. but he doesn't sound too pressed about that either.]

You're the one who should be saying things like, "It's just fine."

[his arm hangs loose about his hip. it's not the slightest bit suggestive; just close.]

When did you stop believing that it would be?