[His hand drew down to curve over the small of Malik's back in a loose embrace. For some reason his pulse seemed to be too fast. The part of him that panicked at these odd moments of closeness stirred inside of him and sank down again reluctantly. It had been too diminished over time to take hold now.
The two of them were opposites, in a way. Malik too young, emotional inside, but calm and confident outside. Bakura too old, emotional on the outside, but cold and vicious inside. Somehow, those clashing natures had met and come to tolerate one another. Even to care for one another. It was absurd.
Closing his eyes, Bakura drew Malik a little closer. What was on the boy's mind to make him so nervous?]
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The two of them were opposites, in a way. Malik too young, emotional inside, but calm and confident outside. Bakura too old, emotional on the outside, but cold and vicious inside. Somehow, those clashing natures had met and come to tolerate one another. Even to care for one another. It was absurd.
Closing his eyes, Bakura drew Malik a little closer. What was on the boy's mind to make him so nervous?]
...What is it, Malik?