It tugged at Yuugi's heart to watch him.

His hands ached to move, his legs...his legs moved for him, and he took his usual seat at his side, near his head. It was his usual space, Mokuba usually sitting closer to his hand while he was still...asleep.

"It's okay. Once you get some sleep..."

Did Yuugi know how gentle his voice sounded? How doting?

"We can. I promise."