[Since Ryou's comfortable enough to tease, he's getting lightly sparred with back:]

Unfortunately, if I've got dark circles, I can't see them. No reflection! I'll have to rely on my good friends to point them out for me.

[But they have been busy...there's been something to worry about every single day for the last two weeks, ever since the parasite infected Atem. The party feels like the cap on a very harrowing series of events, a minute of peace and happiness at the end of a chapter.]

But yes, we did. Making those cakes and inviting people over was a good idea...I'm glad you thought of it.

[He's just gonna sit here with the warm mug of blood, side by side with his roommate, letting the conversation be naturally quiet, deadened by the three-AM air and softer-than-daytime quality to the city-sounds outside. Yugi's here, asleep in the other room...but if things stay at this level, they won't have to worry about waking him up.]

And I wouldn't call your former emotional state "boring."

[Worrying. Low-key concerning, all the time. Necessitating Atem pulling double shifts as a moral compass. But definitely not boring.]