[Ryou does take the invitation to move to the table, and despite his height he can still take a seat pretty easily. It's always about figuring out where to put his arms, honestly. They're too long, and trying to shorten them requires a little too much concentration.

He's fairly certain that shapeshifting yourself until you faint is bad guest manners. So he just...kind of crosses his arms on his lap and curls his too-long fingers inward. He glances at the other Yugi, but a little off the side. He finds that sometimes staring dead on with his glowing eyes can be, uh. Unsettling.

All the same, he's actually looking into his friend's eyes directly. It might not look it, but he's...searching that expression. Trying to figure out whether he's actually okay.

The answer is no, of course. Their network conversation was a blatant admittance of such. But...he's not sure if he should press, or if he even has the nerve.

That question though. Ohhhh, that question. Not a good one. Ryou doesn't want to think about the other place.]

No it's not. I don't even know where that was.

[He blurts out the words so quickly, so stiffly, that it's clearly a sore point with him.]

The address, right? Um. It's not far from here, just a couple blocks.

[He doesn't offer it immediately. Instead he shifts uncomfortably in place, trying to figure out how to change this subject from something that's got his heart pounding in his ears, even if the other Yugi didn't mean it. Come on, Ryou. Be the adult...keep it together, he needs you to be a good friend!!]

I'll tell you the address later, I just need to think of it a little harder, it's too new to me. It was Noa's idea, you know? To have a place to stay.

[Okay, okay. He's having a conversation. Yes!]

Do you like it here at Hestia's? It looks roomy. Maybe I should have come here when I first arrived.