Yuugi shivered, and his eyes stared up, into his eye. Into that beautiful galaxy of neverending eternity--

"No," He whispered back, lilting and soft, "I saw him. He played a game with me, he talks to me like a friend. He doesn't have friends because he isolates himself...but I played a game with him. I talked to him."

Perhaps you can see the memories flit in Yuugi's thoughts, Pegasus?

The two of them on Yuugi's bed, intensely playing Liar's Dice like old friends.

A younger Yuugi sitting on the couch with his grandfather, watching Kaiba duel with the intensity of a champion.

Yuugi trying to wear the equivalent of Kaiba's ridiculous affect, except he wore his jacket like a cape as he stepped into the dueling ring.

"He doesn't...know how to have friends. Even if I'm a means to an end, I don't mind, if it makes him happy. I want to protect him and keep him safe, and I'd...I'd never let him get caught. Not now, not ever."

A sniff.

A single sniff as tears fall from his eyes and down his cheeks.

It looks like his inner feelings go quite deep, don't they.