Yuugi's eyes followed every movement as they slipped open.

He followed Kaiba's panting breaths as he fell back on his chair.

He followed his greedy drinking as he guzzled the bag of blood.

He followed...

The cleaning of his lips.

The quick procurement of the handkerchief.

Clean. Fastidious. Neat.

Everything was so neat. Organized. Controlled. He never left waste, but...

But...

That jacket.

There was blood on that jacket, but it was out of place.

"Hey, uh..."

He could barely find his voice.

"Did you spill on your other jacket?"

A question. A risk.

"There was a stain. On uh. The cuff. It looked reddish?"

Did Kaiba not notice...?