In my defense, you're getting pretty good at it. Guess I'm slacking.

[The lilt in his voice suggests it's an attempt at light teasing, but... man, it's hard to do even that right now, straddling the line between humour and seriousness; wanting to keep up while also wanting to rest.

Kaiba manhandles him to his side, and it's... strange, leaning along his side, draped over one of those impossibly long legs. But not as strange as it could be given that it's Kaiba. Companionable, almost, except it isn't quite that either. And that's strange too, though not as strange as it could be.]

I... I do believe that it will be, Kaiba. It has to be. Everything will be okay. I just want to figure out how we get to that point.

[And how to make it until then. It's been days and weeks and months, and it feels like they're no closer now than they were when they stepped onto that boat. There's so many answers available for Kaiba's questions, all of them sounding more bitter than the last. Yugi's the hopeful one, always will be, but that hope did him no favours back on the island, did nothing for everyone who was stuck behind to deal with hot flames and sharp knives and terrible waking dreams and--]

Sorry, you're right. Just an off day. I'll be back to normal tomorrow.