It wasn't hard for Yugi to figure out what he was talking about, really. You didn't share thoughts and feelings with someone for more than a year without learning a thing or two about the way they think.

Yugi let out a faint hum to himself as he edged the first-aid kit closer to Yami, then moved so that he could stand behind his other and still reach the medical supplies easily enough. With one hand, he cupped Yami's chin and tilted it back enough so that it could touch Yugi's abdomen, the action serving both to provide wordless comfort and to help Yugi reach his neck easier. He gave his other a smile, even if he didn't see it, and then reached to rub the ointment between his hands and begin to treat those neglected bruises.

"I wonder about it, too." A lot. "It's easier to think that you're as old as I am, huh?"

But since Yami was so short with his answer, maybe that meant he didn't want to discuss it. That was fine with Yugi, even though he wanted to help in any way he could. For now, he left it at that and simply concentrated on spreading the medicine.