From a distance, it would be hard to hear the two other men's discussions as they were ordering something for Yuugi. It's not terribly interesting, all said.

Kaiba's ordering Yuugi something light that might help (rice crackers with sesame seeds, and a croissant, because apparently this place had those. Pegasus is nodding along, agreeing, and even adds an order of something for himself! A small slice of castella, why not?

It's when they're done ordering however, that Kaiba presses a hand to his forehead, suddenly looking rather unsteady on his feet. Pegasus places an arm around his shoulders, his touch gentle as he leads Kaiba back to the restrooms.

They had time, of course, before the order was called. Precious time, and after all, Kaiba still wasn't at his best. So he let Pegasus lead him along, his vision blurred and head buzzing...

Soon. He'll be back soon. Pegasus is whispering something in his ear once they're out of sight of anyone, something comforting and warm, moreso than any cup of blood felt as if it could be at this point. It makes him ignore the way the man presses his face into Kaiba's short, well-kept hair.