[ jonouchi's right to think he won't wait for him, but sleep doesn't come easily despite it. for lengthy minutes he's suspended between not waking and not sleeping, neither thinking or dreaming, laying on his side with his arms tucked around his center. it's odd and disconcerting to find himself so emptied out, but a more knowledgeable part of himself is more afraid of what thought might bring. the night's gone on too long for him to start considering all of this in a serious light at this very moment. it doesn't even deserve that kind of attention. as long as jonouchi can keep a secret...
by the time he's beginning to doze, the door to the bathroom opens. seto hears it without listening for it, laying with his back to the other half of the bed. besides that, the only evidence of anyone else in the room is the weight that makes the mattress sag and the soft sound of breathing that isn't his own. still committed to silence, he falls into a deep sleep plagued by disjointed dreams that he won't remember once he's woken up in the morning. ]
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by the time he's beginning to doze, the door to the bathroom opens. seto hears it without listening for it, laying with his back to the other half of the bed. besides that, the only evidence of anyone else in the room is the weight that makes the mattress sag and the soft sound of breathing that isn't his own. still committed to silence, he falls into a deep sleep plagued by disjointed dreams that he won't remember once he's woken up in the morning. ]