The pressure feels...strange. Warm. A little moist, he thinks? But he doesn't move away from it. Seto's not sure if he has it in him to move anymore. The more he loosens up, the greater the pain in his legs became. And he was vaguely aware of the ache in his hand, where Mokuba was applying pressure. Something...had happened.

"I know you won't," he muttered softly, his other hand reaching up to awkwardly curl around Yuugi's shoulder. Worst hug ever, if it could even be considered one. "You told me already...you're glad I'm here."

He still sounds distant, not-quite-back from whatever he'd gone through.

"You're warm."

They both are.