No. No?? Why is Yuugi on the bed now with him, he didn't ask for this! Sure, it was only half of him, but he was seriously encroaching upon Kaiba's personal space, and he feels oddly trapped, unable to risk vacating the bed for more than one reason.

His lack of desire to see what the pod crash had done to him, and the doctor who had the audacity to sedate him possibly trying and succeeding once more.

Yuugi...he really was very tired, wasn't he? If Kaiba had heard such a racket, he'd be on his feet immediately, on the offensive faster than his opponent could be on the defensive.

What a soft, pitiful life Yuugi must have lead. A life without strife. A life that left one useless in a pinch.

At least Kaiba had learned something about his hair. It wasn't important, but it sated a curiosity.

By the time Yuugi's woken up, Kaiba himself has fallen back asleep facing him on the bed, breathing as steadily as he had while comatose. The brain activity, however, was much less frenetic. He's sleeping, but not dreaming.

One hand is situated by Yuugi's head. There's no particular reason it had been so close, none at all.