Augh, his ingenious plan failed. The marks were tender, and it felt like someone had punched him there (which he was all too familiar with), but he didn't want Yami to worry over them all day. A little. But some medicine and hot rags will make them go away faster.

And there was no way he was about to let his other self take the blame for this. He gave a frown of his own and reached up to touch the tips of his fingers against Yami's neck, where more bruises of the same color were showing up. Besides... You have a lot more than I do. Those - and these, he lowered his head a bit to gesture to his own throat, were my fault. I was the one who yanked you up first, remember?