[There was nothing he could do. Bakura had no idea how it felt to be as vulnerable as Malik must. He didn't know what it was like to be afraid of yourself, to hide from yourself, to know that you could wake up to find everything you loved gone. He was discomfitted enough by what it felt like to care for someone at all.
But despite Malik's words, he knew it wasn't fine. His rage was gone, his irritation dimmed. There was little he could do save for this. Slipping off of the table, he drew Malik into his arms in a tight embrace.]
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But despite Malik's words, he knew it wasn't fine. His rage was gone, his irritation dimmed. There was little he could do save for this. Slipping off of the table, he drew Malik into his arms in a tight embrace.]
...I do respect you. Even if I don't act like it.