Yuugi stumbled back with a high-pitched squeak -- no matter what, that voice never seemed to grow deeper -- but managed to stay on his feet.

Kaiba didn't like to be touched.

...Good to know.

"You..." He didn't step forward, instead shuffling a single foot against the floor with a soft scrape. "You weren't breathing. I had to get you to breathe."

He tapped his foot against the floor.

Again.

Again.

And again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overstep anything, but I'm not going to just stand by while someone is in trouble."

He couldn't. He wouldn't.

Because that was the right thing to do.

Right, Ryou?

Right, Dad?

Right, blue-eyed stranger...?