They had been chatting. After the busy week, there was a surprising amount to catch up on - intimate connection with their souls or not. Yami was lounging on his bed, propped up by one arm and still managing to gesticulate emphatically with both hands as he narrated his interactions with their friends and family that Yugi had missed for one reason or another.
And so this went on for what seemed like hours. At one point or another, his other had curled a hand around his. Neither of them minded.
Eventually Yami's excitement at being able to talk at length with his aibou again wore him out, causing him to slip from a very light doze to true slumber. The smile that had curled his slips stayed; Yugi supposed that his dreams were as equally pleasing as his waking moments.
He hoped so. It was hard to find things to be happy about sometimes, especially for the spirit.
For a few moments he simply stared, content to memorize the other's features for a little while longer. Sleep really did make even the most creased face young again, he mused.
When Yami sighed a little and nuzzled the pillow in his sleep, Yugi decided that he ought to get going. Letting the pharaoh rest in his soul room didn't happen very often, and he needed to return to his body to do chores and homework, among other things.
Gently, he extracted his hand from the other's grasp, absently brushing a kiss on his temple. The resultant not-quite coo made him smile softly.
Yami's fist was curled loosely on the sheets where his hand used to be when he finally left.