Yami did so, a little non-plussed until he remembered their wounds. Then he bowed his head sheepishly and rested his chin in his hands, elbows on the table. He let Yugi work in the store before even making him seek treatment for those bruises and scrapes; what kind of partner was he?

"I'm sorry Aibou." He'd have gotten up to help, but he was a little useless since he wasn't quite sure where everything was anyway.