"Get up, Bakura."

There was no malice in those three words. Not even a hint of anger, or frustration, or anxiety. Only sadness, and a hint of disappointment. Said tomb robber opened one bleary crimson eye and glanced up at the source of the voice. "No," he whispered.

Yugi kneeled next to him, stroking his hair. "If you're going to sleep for the rest of the day, don't sleep on the floor."

Bakura could only mumble a reply. He had slept twelve hours on the hardwood floor of the living room, refusing time and time again to go to his room, or sleep with Yugi in his bed. It was all he deserved. For almost two weeks, this is how it went. Yugi trying to reason with the object of his affection, never losing patience, never giving up. Every day was exactly the same.

"Please. Please Bakura."

That tone of voice… Yugi was about to cry. It must have caught up to him. Bakura knew for a fact that Yugi wasn't sleeping anymore, and he only ate to prove a point to the thief. He still didn't move.

"I'm sorry. I-" Yugi's voice cut off. Bakura opened both eyes, watching the smaller break down in front of him. "I'm supposed to be helping you, but I don't-" He cut off again, clenching his fists and lowering his head so his golden bangs covered his eyes. "I'm so sorry."

Warm arms wrapped around him and pulled him into their embrace. He glanced up through his tears, watching a myriad of emotions cross Bakura's face before he settled on devotion. "Little one, it's not your fault."

The thief couldn't believe what his mind was making his body do; comfort wasn't a normal thing for him to do. And yet, he couldn't resist sitting up and drawing Yugi close.

"I said I would help you… I promised myself I would make you well again…"

"You have," Bakura heard himself say. "I'm getting there, little one." It was by his own conscious thought that he leaned down and pressed his lips to Yugi's, slowly, sweetly, lovingly, apologetically. Their kiss lasted a few seconds before Bakura forced himself to pull away. "Don't ever cry for me."

Yugi smiled a little, wiping his eyes and leaning into the tomb robber's hold. "It's inevitable. I'm a crier."

Bakura sighed, allowing a small smile of his own to creep onto his pale pink lips. "We'll work through that as well."

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