Bakura sighed, rolling his eyes. "Will you just get reading glasses already?"
Marik looked up from his book in order to glare at Bakura. "We've been over this."
"Yes, we have. Many times, and you're still squinting when you read."
"I'm just tired."
"Marik."
"I don't want to talk about this."
Bakura grabbed the book and closed it, but his expression was grave instead of smug.
"What the fuck, Bakura? Go do something that doesn't involve bothering me."
"You're squinting because you can't see the words as well as you used to."
"Shit, I'm not that goddamned old. Just let me read."
Bakura sighed again. "Marik, it probably wasn't good for your eyes – to be in the dark all those years."
Marik held his breath. His hands stopped reaching for his book so they could ball into fists. "Ishizu doesn't use glasses and she was underground longer than me."
"Yes, but who was forced to read hieratic all day with nothing but a flax lamp?"
"Why do you always ask stupid questions that you already know the answers to?"
"Because you make me fight for every answer." Bakura handed back the book. "Just get your damn eyes checked."
"Why do you even care?"
It was Bakura's turn to clench his hands into fists. "I can care about you if I fucking want to."
And it was Marik's turn to sigh – his anger diffused. "Okay. I'll make a stupid appointment for an eye exam."