Yugi had to sympathize with his mother. It was a lot to take in, and he shouldn't have expected her to take it without a problem and happily fix breakfast for the two of them. He glanced at the stairs, a split second instinct telling him to go after her and try to talk her through it, but the rational side of him told him that she should take this in herself. Talking to Yugi might make it worse. Not to mention that "helping her through this" probably meant "hugging it out for three hours", which was something Yugi wasn't really inclined to do.

"No, I still have some left over." He patted the pocket where the bills remained, and then he brightened visibly as he said excitedly, "Oh! You've got to try the breakfast house around the corner! You've never had pancakes before, right?"

He was just about to take Yami's hand when he noticed the bruises again. They had already turned purple, and Yugi's cheerfulness melted into concern as he let out a soft "Oh," and then rushed about the kitchen, first turning on the hot water, then searching through the cabinet for medicine. "Mou hitori no boku, could you sit down for a minute?"