No! "No!" The force of it was enough to be thought and spoken, though Yugi had caught himself enough to hiss out the response rather than shout it. His fingers were still around Yami's wrists, and he slid them down to hold his hands instead. He gritted his teeth, staying silent to listen for footsteps, and then sighing when there weren't any.

... No. I don't think grandpa would mind if you stayed with me. We have a guest bedroom and everything!

The thought was both hopeful and sad - that particular room was for his father in the rare times that he would visit. He loved him, he wanted to see him more, he understood that it was impossible, it was still unfair. No, push that away, focus on Yami.

You're staying with me. Okay? ... That's okay, right?