Mokuba had chosen the right move, as he so often did. The photo grabbed at Seto's attention, to the point that he brings the phone closer, really stares at the state of his new hire.

The vitality...it had all but gone from him. The only thing that looked the same was that smile, and those ridiculous, optimistic eyes of his. His skin was sallow, cheeks hollowed, eyes even more tired and darkened than Seto's own.

He looked terrible. Even Seto seems alarmed.

"Does he have a pre-existing condition we weren't aware of?"

It's a fair question, but Seto's kind of dancing around the point they'd come to when Yuugi had been convalescing in one of their guest rooms, which was that he'd admitted he felt better around the elder Kaiba.

Sure, it made Seto feel like garbage, and it sharpened the edge of his hunger like a knife, driven into his own abdomen until he nearly lost himself. But...if this was the result, then...then surely Mokuba expected him to invite Yuugi to the office, just for the proximity, didn't he?

He turns to Mokuba, holding out the phone and searching his sibling's face for some kind of thoughts on the matter.