Yes. That's...fine. I think I would like that.

[He would, but Ryou's still kind of reeling from the realization that everything he'd worked so hard on had been destroyed. The board represented a massive personal undertaking, a passion project that he had poured his heart and soul into. To him, it didn't matter if he did it quickly or not--it mattered that he was doing it at al, and succeeding in a viable design.

But now...now he has to start again. And while he wants Atem to help him, it's never going to give him the same satisfaction as if he'd done trial and error alone. He'll still be satisfied, but...not...the same.

He buries his face into Atem's shoulder and holds him back just as tightly. He's completely still as the reality of it sets in, reconfigures itself into the narrative of his existence here, with its underlying theme:

You will never succeed alone.]

Thank you for offering to help me. If we both build it, it'll come out better than before.

[He's not even sure if Atem hears the words, mumbled into his shoulder, quietly accepting what is.]