[Ryou wishes that there was something besides emptiness freezing his heart in place. He's frustrated, in the simplest sense of the word.

He wants to tell the other Yugi that he's so thankful for his concern! But if he says it, there'll be no weight. Just like everything else he's said, it'll be flatter than an untuned guitar.]

Yes. We should, because while I would do it again, I would prefer a point of reference on this. This...is just another way of making people hurt, because no one wants to know that they had any part in this kind of effect.

It's not fair. I wanted to do something for you that would be absolutely guiltless.

[He glances at the other Yugi, and his eyes could bore holes with their intensity. But if at any moment his friend looks towards him, Ryou himself looks away. No, he can't stare. His brows hardly move, if he stares then he's probably unsettling.

But he wanted to look at the other Yugi and feel like he did right because he looks alive and restored. Being told should be enough but it's not.

He lets out a long exhale, then changes the subject. Anything to be almost-normal.]

...How far is the soup kitchen anyway?