[ seto searches for something biting to say in response to jonouchi's mention of his brother, but nothing's come to mind by the time he's opened the door. his acknowledgement ends up being wordless. it makes the back of his neck prickle with the sense that he's done something wrong, but it's too late now to take it back. anyway, his reasoning is perfectly sound. he won't lose anything by letting him stay here for some odd hours. his personal space is important to him, but they're not even going to be in the same room. in fact, if jonouchi knows better, he'll leave without making his presence known. then they won't even have to see one another again.
that would be ideal, wouldn't it? so he closes his laptop thirty minutes later with an air of finality and a sense of satisfaction. if they'd fought, it wouldn't have ruined his night, but getting the matter dealt with quickly is almost more satisfying than tearing into him would have been.
the door shuts behind him softly as he steps outside and into the hall, intent on finding mokuba. ]
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that would be ideal, wouldn't it? so he closes his laptop thirty minutes later with an air of finality and a sense of satisfaction. if they'd fought, it wouldn't have ruined his night, but getting the matter dealt with quickly is almost more satisfying than tearing into him would have been.
the door shuts behind him softly as he steps outside and into the hall, intent on finding mokuba. ]