"I don't need anything," Seto mutters, refusing to look at his brother, or Yuugi. Mokuba thinks its pretty childish, all things considered, but he decides that what Seto needs is a damp cloth, to wipe his face.
That's all he can really think of for his stubborn brother...for now.
"Got it," he says, nodding at Yuugi. "Gimme a sec."
He turns on his heel and jogs out of the room, which--you know, whatever. Seto wants to tell him to calm his ass down on their floors, but it doesn't matter. Nothing like that matters.
What does matter is the way he feels, and the way Yuugi looks. He exhales softly, because drawing enough breath to sigh seems impossible.
"...Good to know that what I did was unhelpful," he commented wryly. "You still look terrible, Mutou."
He's sure Yuugi's about ready to quit both KaibaCorp, and Seto himself, if not his brother. He wouldn't blame the man for that, even if he'd blame him for the discomfort at current.
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That's all he can really think of for his stubborn brother...for now.
"Got it," he says, nodding at Yuugi. "Gimme a sec."
He turns on his heel and jogs out of the room, which--you know, whatever. Seto wants to tell him to calm his ass down on their floors, but it doesn't matter. Nothing like that matters.
What does matter is the way he feels, and the way Yuugi looks. He exhales softly, because drawing enough breath to sigh seems impossible.
"...Good to know that what I did was unhelpful," he commented wryly. "You still look terrible, Mutou."
He's sure Yuugi's about ready to quit both KaibaCorp, and Seto himself, if not his brother. He wouldn't blame the man for that, even if he'd blame him for the discomfort at current.