"None. That was the first thing I checked; Yuugi's the kind of guy who will hide everything if he thinks it'll bother someone else."

Mokuba sighed and pinched his nose. This was a mess, and it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy, literally! Yuugi was trusting as all hell, but he always saw the best in people.

He was the first with a kind word, he restocked the office coffee pot without complaint, and worried over everyone. There was no mask to slip: he was just like that.

They were...friends.

Yuugi was his friend.

But these two brought something out in each other that Mokuba wasn't willing to play with. He couldn't.

So he had to try alternate approaches...

"He is not coming to the office like that," he said. "If you lose control, you could kill him even easier than before."

What could he do...?

"But... he said he felt better around you..."

A pause.

"Seto, hypothetically... what would you do if I dropped some of your laundry off at his place and mixed it in with his stuff?"