For a while, there's nothing but Kaiba's haggard breaths, thin and soundless that they were. He can't ask Yuugi to turn. He can't do anything without expressly conveying himself in any way but vocally.

So yeah, it takes a while before thin, trembling fingers touch against Yuugi's shoulder, then pull away from him just as quickly. It's a momentary communication, in a way he has no other way to do. But by the time Yuugi turns back around, the mess is bundled up in Kaiba's shirt and all that's left is the man shifting to sit on the ground, knees up, arms curled forward. His gaze is distant.

He has no answer for Yuugi as of yet, as to whether he's okay.

Really, are either of them?

Yuugi seeing him like this is his greatest shame. Weak. Emaciated and sallow skinned, not exclusively from the cupcake either. What could he have to say to the man in this state?

Does he expect answers for why he's so thin? Does he expect answers regarding every scar on Seto Kaiba's body? Will he be able to suss out how each one was caused?

(cigar burns. small cuts here and there and everywhere. a strange, tearlike scar grazing just above his hipbone. more still. mostly insignificant, but still visible.)

Kaiba doesn't mouth anything. Nothing at all.