Yugi shot his other a look just in case he even tried to get up. No, Yami was going to sit there and let him help, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was hurt worse than him, after all, and he still felt responsible regardless what Yami told him.

Soon enough, he approached from behind Yami and wrapped a warm and wet washcloth around his neck. "Here," he said as he hung his arms loosely around the pharaoh's shoulders and rested his chin on top of his messy hair, "Keep that there for a few minutes, okay?"

It was a little strange how comfortable Yugi already was with practically hanging all over his other self like this, but at the same time, it was expected. This was the person who shared every thought and emotion with him, and it was only natural that now they were given the chance to touch each other, they'd abuse the option.