... [Malik doesn't answer; he simply tries to sleep.
But sleep doesn't come to him, not with the way his mind was reeling. His soul container...the oaths, the future...his twisted feelings for Bakura. There was much more than that; an entire ocean of concerns and annoyances ranging from minor to blood curdling. It was more than enough to make any sane person break down.
Unfortunately, Malik was far from that, and he eventually submits to that tidal wave of pressure...by rolling over and pressing himself up against Bakura, his arm reaching up to curl over his chest.
Sigh.
It was hard to go without this sort of support once you'd gotten used to it.]
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But sleep doesn't come to him, not with the way his mind was reeling. His soul container...the oaths, the future...his twisted feelings for Bakura. There was much more than that; an entire ocean of concerns and annoyances ranging from minor to blood curdling. It was more than enough to make any sane person break down.
Unfortunately, Malik was far from that, and he eventually submits to that tidal wave of pressure...by rolling over and pressing himself up against Bakura, his arm reaching up to curl over his chest.
Sigh.
It was hard to go without this sort of support once you'd gotten used to it.]