Bakura was having his first smoke in two years.
He was also mentally begging Joey not to wake up right now. He never once smoked around Joey. He’d stopped months before he met him.
But now he felt he needed a smoke. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat… He could only worry. So when he caught James smoking during his break, he asked him one for himself.
He glanced at the blonde boy, bruised face and bandaged body. And why? All because Bakura had this face… He felt guilty over a million things. Guilty for looking like this. Guilty for not arriving sooner. Guilty for not having murdered every single Bakura in existence…
Bakura looked out at the garden and exhaled the smoke in his lungs, watching it vanish into the sky. Joey was certainly stressed too and talking about what happened wouldn’t help him. Being stressed would only delay his healing process. Maybe if he could find a way to distract him and cheer him up…?