As day moved to night, and Yuugi spent more time with Mokuba, color started to return to face. He was still nauseated and suffered from headaches, but he could walk.

He could care for himself.

He could drink broth without vomiting.

That was a win in Yuugi's book.

Mokuba bid him goodbye at close to eleven o'clock, hopping in the car with Isono as a thin, trembling Yuugi saw him off on unsteady legs.

Mr. Kaiba's shirt was wrapped around him, comfortable and safe in a way that his soul understood, but his mind did not. He didn't want to let go of it, or stop wearing it...

He stood at his apartment door for a moment, waiting for Isono's car to go out of sight before he headed inside. It was a nice night, after all... the fresh breeze felt so good.