When Yuugi had them, he was inconsolable for a while. He trembled, he hugged himself, he cried and rocked himself until he couldn't think anymore. He hadn't had one of those in a long time, though; not when he was in front of people, anyway.
There was only one thing that consoled him when he got bad enough.
Yuugi's arms were around Kaiba's middle before he could stop himself, hugging him tight.
This was the kind of hug that was meant to encompass the person in warmth, in security.
"Kaiba." He whispered against his hair. "Kaiba."
Nothing more. No other words, no telling. No ordering him to calm down; just a quiet whisper of his name against his hair in fixed intervals, almost rhythmic.
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When Yuugi had them, he was inconsolable for a while. He trembled, he hugged himself, he cried and rocked himself until he couldn't think anymore. He hadn't had one of those in a long time, though; not when he was in front of people, anyway.
There was only one thing that consoled him when he got bad enough.
Yuugi's arms were around Kaiba's middle before he could stop himself, hugging him tight.
This was the kind of hug that was meant to encompass the person in warmth, in security.
"Kaiba." He whispered against his hair. "Kaiba."
Nothing more. No other words, no telling. No ordering him to calm down; just a quiet whisper of his name against his hair in fixed intervals, almost rhythmic.