Yugi was sitting on the couch. It was big and lonely. If he was honest, he wasn't quite used to it yet. He didn't know how Seto dealt with all of the excess space. He brought his knees to his chest, hugging them close. It was lonely.
He was lonely. Seto was upstairs, working. Yugi didn't want to bother him. Actually, that was a lie. He did want to bother him. He wanted to go and demand contact and attention from his boyfriend. But, his body didn't agree and, he stayed put.
Half of his mind screamed at him to just go and talk to Seto about how he was feeling. And the other? Well, it told him to stop being so selfish, to deal with his feelings by himself, to stop being weak. It told him to let Seto deal with more important things. Things that were more important than him.
And, what made it worse was, Yugi knew that if he actually did something, he probably wouldn't feel as bad. That, if he distracted himself, he would be better. But, he didn't. He stayed where he was, hugging his knees. Sitting soon turned to lying and, Yugi let sleep claim him.
When he awoke, it was because he felt himself get jostled. He opened his eyes to see that he was no longer on the couch and, he was moving. It suddenly dawned on him that he was being carried. He made a soft noise in confusion as he looked up to see Seto looking down at him.
He was softly shushed. "Go back to sleep, Yugi." And, he did. He was too tired to argue. So, he closed his eyes again. Moments passed, and he found himself lying on the bed, securely encased in his boyfriend's arms. He felt lips press against his forehead, and he smiled, letting himself drift back to sleep.