Gods, he'd never thought he'd have a man in his lap for this long, petting his hair and shushing him as he woke up, feverish and shivering (before he went back to sleep). He'd never thought he'd have the man wake up with Yuugi's hands using...something to brush the sweat off his brow.
That something being Yuugi's own shirt.
Why yes, he was shirtless right now.
"You're in the cell; nobody moved you," Yuugi said, "I think your fever's finally broken."
Though Kaiba sweated so much that Yuugi's shirt was soaked through with it, and it was tossed aside in the corner of the room--
--When did two fresh sets of clothes get brought in through the bars? There wasn't anything else, but at the very least there were clothes. Did someone come in, or did they use some kind of machine or chute?
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Gods, he'd never thought he'd have a man in his lap for this long, petting his hair and shushing him as he woke up, feverish and shivering (before he went back to sleep). He'd never thought he'd have the man wake up with Yuugi's hands using...something to brush the sweat off his brow.
That something being Yuugi's own shirt.
Why yes, he was shirtless right now.
"You're in the cell; nobody moved you," Yuugi said, "I think your fever's finally broken."
Though Kaiba sweated so much that Yuugi's shirt was soaked through with it, and it was tossed aside in the corner of the room--
--When did two fresh sets of clothes get brought in through the bars? There wasn't anything else, but at the very least there were clothes. Did someone come in, or did they use some kind of machine or chute?