[ he'd like to be quiet; he'd like to be properly physically in control, but apparently some things are beyond him after all. it doesn't make him feel great about himself, but if jonouchi knew better, he might say that's seto's problem. needing to be best, needing to be better than everyone, is ultimately a an equation for failure. it's another one of those things he'd never admit to himself, that this way of living is untenable, maybe even unsustainable. yuugi's already had to knock sense into him once to keep him from destroying the things he holds dear, but he won't give anymore ground.
instead, he's giving ground now. the muscles in his stomach jump at the insistence of the hand touching him, and he pushes himself down his pillows to lie flat on his back with his jaw clenched tight. it's too dark to see, but it's not pitch black, and right now he'd rather not look at jonouchi at all. his body begins to relax once his eyes are fixed on the canopy
this is stupid, but as long as neither of them admit it out loud, he can pretend his rationale makes sense. ]
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instead, he's giving ground now. the muscles in his stomach jump at the insistence of the hand touching him, and he pushes himself down his pillows to lie flat on his back with his jaw clenched tight. it's too dark to see, but it's not pitch black, and right now he'd rather not look at jonouchi at all. his body begins to relax once his eyes are fixed on the canopy
this is stupid, but as long as neither of them admit it out loud, he can pretend his rationale makes sense. ]