A/N: This is a one-shot that happens following Blue Eyes ), a fanfiction I wrote to establish a romantic relationship between Seto and Isis. While it is not at all crucial to read Blue Eyes to understand this, I want it to be known that I'm not treating them like they were in love during the series.

And why is this important to me...? Probably because I'm a freak...

Unsaid

"You're beautiful when you're concentrating."

Isis spoke as Seto finished working. Surprised, he took his eyes off his computer to look at her; she sat in the chair at the door of his office, the serene smile that Seto knew so well on her face.

Seto frowned, though. "Isis. When did you come in?" he asked.

"About twenty minutes ago. I didn't want to interrupt you," Isis told him.

"It couldn't have been very interesting to watch me for twenty minutes." As Seto spoke, he gathered his papers and put them into his briefcase, at the same time shutting down his computer. "You should have said something."

"It i is /i interesting to watch you," Isis disagreed quietly. "I love to watch how your expression changes while you're focused. I love just being around you."

"If you always wait until I'm finished working to talk to me, then you'll wind up waiting a lot longer than that sometimes," Seto pointed out.

"I really don't mind, Seto."

Seto shook his head and stood from his desk. Isis rose as well, reaching her hand out to him. He took it, their hands fitting together perfectly, and they set off.

Even after a year together, Seto and Isis often communicated with silence. When they did speak it was in small conversations, ones that meant little on the surface. Both of them already knew the feelings that hid behind their calm, perfect dialogue. Why try to say those things and risk ruining them with clumsy speech?

Even when Seto had come back to Egypt, not just to visit but to stay, neither he nor Isis said out loud the reason. They had simply settled into this routine, seeing each other at first only once or twice a week but soon every day, always communicating in those cautious, quiet, lovers' conversations.

Their feelings for each other were like so many tons of snow, poised on the top of a steep mountain. Speaking any louder than the veiled confessions they gave now—maybe it would be safe, but both Isis and Seto sensed and feared its potential to send the feelings crashing around them in an unstoppable avalanche, interfering with their precious, safe, orderly worlds.

So for now, it would be like this.

They walked on in silence. As they passed an Italian restaurant, Isis suggested, "Would you like to have dinner tonight?"

Seto glanced up at the restaurant—a place called "Scoozi's". "Why not?" he replied.

So they went in, took their seats, ordered their supper. Then they waited.

The candlelight from the table played over Isis's face, first lighting this part of it and now the other, changing constantly as she looked lazily to the side. Seto watched her, admiring the shape of her face and the way her eyes reflected the light. Feeling his gaze, Isis turned towards him and cocked her head slightly, imply the question, "What is it?"

Seto smiled as he answered her unspoken query. "You're beautiful too." Isis looked away again, modestly, the soft smile on her face revealing that she knew the meaning hidden just beyond Seto's compliment.

Some things would remain unsaid, but that was fine. This was how they liked it.