Those finger twitches attract a hand, gentle and small, to hold his.

It was on reflex; he'd held Kaiba's hand so much during his coma that he didn't think twice about it. Featherlight fingertips traced circles on Kaiba's skin, soothing and soft.

"I know it is," Yuugi murmured. "As soon as you can get discharged...I'll get you home. I promise."

Mokuba kept an eye out near the door, shooing away any nurses that could come by with a whispered "Big brother and Mr. Mutou want some privacy."