Alastair just sat there, unsure what else he would even dare to say to Bakura in this situation. There wasn't anything he could do - no comfort, no advice, nothing. And so he remained sitting on his bed, awkwardly silent, his hands dangling in his lap.

He had been afraid of this, a while ago. There was always the risk. But he never hid anything of himself around Bakura even to appear to be a stronger, better brother. If Bakura liked him despite his asshole tendencies, then it was Bakura's fault, not his. Never mind that Alastair still privately harbored subtle feelings of his own for Kiryu, and would hop into bed with Hiruma if the guy so much as looked his way. No, he was definitely not the guy for Bakura, that was no different now than it had been when they first met almost a year ago.

Alastair shook his head slowly, wondering, why me?