Despite all his glares and not-pouts, and general protests thereof, Yami didn’t seem opposed to having Bakura lie on top of him. He also didn’t seem to protest even cradling the back of his head with his hand as he remained on his shoulder.
“….Well….” Again he found himself hesitant to answer, but this time, the answer he gave out didn’t come out as more incomprehensible mutterings.
What came out was a rather awkward cough.
Bakura smirked against Yami’s shoulder, closing his eyes as he felt the other put a hand on the back of his neck, letting out a contented sigh. He let out a muffled laugh, shaking his head ever so slightly, smiling more.
“I take it back,” he said. “You’re an insensitive idiot.”