[Okay. Okay. Ryou doesn't want to hear that. He needs to know what Atem's penalty game names are, and the very thought that information might be withheld at this point makes him pout harder.

Maybe once he no longer needs to take painkillers to deal with healing wounds, his brain will clear enough to realize that he's being extremely childish. For now though...filter off, no thoughts only very adult whining.]

No, you can't do that! You have to say it, that's not fair. Tell me!

[He even makes sure his hand is open, completely disarming him from doing what he'd done before.]

I promise I won't grab you again. Come on, Atem, please tell me.