Bakura nodded, again thinking of the complicated mess between him and Alastair. The longer he hid away from that mess, the longer it stayed tangled and that he was apart from his brother. "There's someone... someone who's very close to me. Like family, but not, since we're not even really from the same world because things that happened in his version of our world never happened in mine, so we never met until--"

He cut himself off, realizing he was rambling, and about things that really weren't important at all and probably wouldn't even make sense to Blue.

He was trying to deflect again.

"Sorry," he apologized before taking a breath and trying again. "Somehow, what I felt for him... started being more than just brotherly," he attempted to explain. "I didn't say anything for a long time, since I knew... well... it wasn't something I should be feeling, not if we were like brothers." More fidgeting as he looked down. "But it didn't go away... so I finally... with everyone's advice, I finally told him..." he trailed off a moment, unable to hold back the echoes of the anxiety and crushing despair he had felt that moment. "And I ran away. Because I couldn't deal with the rejection," he admitted softly, looking back down at his untouched cream puff. "And with everything that's happening, I know he'll be leaving soon to go somewhere safe... and I have to talk to him before he leaves."

There was a pause a moment before he added a very soft: "I can't lose him..."