[They'd taken too long. Sobriety has never been so unfortunate, and he's not even the one experiencing the brunt of it. He swallows as Seto curls and clings, looking just as wretched as Pegasus had expected he would if they lingered too long, looking far too young, and he's torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer- which one does Seto need? Maybe it's neither of them. Maybe this is too much of a mess for Pegasus to make it even slightly better.

He decides to place his hands on Seto's shoulders, pressing him back to look him in the face.]

It's fine, Kaiba. [It really isn't, and he'd worked so hard to get them somewhere in the ballpark of fine too.] We were drugged and drunk- hardly our fault this happened. Just head home and go to bed; you'll barely remember this come morning.

[He slides a hand to Seto's nape and gives it a squeeze, trying for reassuring, and then hauls himself up onto tired, shaky legs to head for the towels. Desperation and denial: it'll get you moving.

He'll grab one for Seto while he's at the rack, extending it to him.]