He was not fussy today. He didn't brush away the hand on his hip or pull from Bakura when their foreheads touched. He took confidence in the fact that this was soft and casual. "I am glad to hear that." He twirled a lock of Bakura's hair around his finger. "I just... Have a tendency to get in trouble... Take risks. And I fear the stakes will be higher now." He shrugged, though not as confident as usual. "It's safer in numbers."
His gaze slipped from Malik’s, watching those slender fingertips curling in his hair out of the corner of his eyes. He grins, the look gentle for once, as he squeezes the other male’s hip gently. “Mm, I gathered. Even if I don’t know what, specifically, the nature of that trouble.” His expression softens a little further as he exhales. “I’m here for you, though. If you ever need me, all you’ve got to do is tell me.”
