The moment seems to last forever, and although he's comforted by the presence of his brother and Yuugi...eventually one hand comes up, gently tapping at Mokuba's back.
It's enough. He can't do this forever...it's not right. Seto can only express himself for so long before it starts to feel wrong, like it's too much. He doesn't want either of them to see his face either, so when they part, he turns away, curling into himself.
Tears are weakness. Shame.
Release, when undeserved. None of this was deserved. All of it was incorrect. He'd spend the rest of his life correcting it.
In the end, it probably looks disrespectful to turn his back on them. But that's just how he is.
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It's enough. He can't do this forever...it's not right. Seto can only express himself for so long before it starts to feel wrong, like it's too much. He doesn't want either of them to see his face either, so when they part, he turns away, curling into himself.
Tears are weakness. Shame.
Release, when undeserved. None of this was deserved. All of it was incorrect. He'd spend the rest of his life correcting it.
In the end, it probably looks disrespectful to turn his back on them. But that's just how he is.