[Blessedly, Ryou just take it at face value and doesn't ascribe further non-platonic emotions to it. But even though he doesn't think too hard about what being a wildcard actually means to Atem, he can't help but bring their hands close to his face. Again. And get snuggly.
Again.
But then...he yawns and there is absolutely no covering his big stupid shade mouth, so he just turns away because he's not about to exhale on Atem, but that means Atem gets a nice profile view of Ryou's yawn and the goofy way his lip pulls back and exposes his pointed teeth until the end of the yawn. Then he settles back into just...looking fondly at his friend with tired, half-shut glowing eyes.
He's sleepy. He's warm. If they keep prattling like this, then Ryou will be the first one to go.
So it follows that without understanding the gravity of his words, Ryou just murmurs something quietly.]
'S nice being someone's favorite...when they're your favorite too.
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Again.
But then...he yawns and there is absolutely no covering his big stupid shade mouth, so he just turns away because he's not about to exhale on Atem, but that means Atem gets a nice profile view of Ryou's yawn and the goofy way his lip pulls back and exposes his pointed teeth until the end of the yawn. Then he settles back into just...looking fondly at his friend with tired, half-shut glowing eyes.
He's sleepy. He's warm. If they keep prattling like this, then Ryou will be the first one to go.
So it follows that without understanding the gravity of his words, Ryou just murmurs something quietly.]
'S nice being someone's favorite...when they're your favorite too.