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Seto blinked a few times, trying to force the images away. It was just a dream, it wasn't real. Most of it wasn't right. The cars weren't right, his mother, that hadn't been right. His dad's positioning was...off. And of course himself, Jounouchi, clearly they weren't dead. Nor had they ever been in a vehicle together. As if he'd ever let that idiot mutt drive him around, there's just no way.

He flushed slightly, discomforted and embarrassed by his proximity to the ranting blond. At least he had been ranting. His tirade slowed, he seemed to choke up a bit, as if emotionally unsettled. Seto couldn't make sense of why though, and he realized he didn't have the energy to try. Sighing softly he leaned his head back against Jounouchi's arm. He was too tired to reject the closeness, to tired to move away. The dream might actually have exhausted him more than the electrical current. Jounouchi could shove him away if he wanted his lap back, for now he was just going to ignore where exactly the comforting warmth was coming from and rest.

((I meant on the details in what they looked like, since I wanna say that we might possibly have seen random photo of them once somewhere in the series, but I just can't remember. Yea the details on the dream accident are of course all off, so I wanted some things to be all wrong so that it would be clear that it wasn't supposed to be prophetic, because it's already wrong in other ways. I meant to make that more clear but yea, it was already really long and I was REALLY tired - 2 hours of sleep the night before I wrote that so proof reading didn't really happen.))

Seto fought back the unnatural urge to thank Jounouchi for not shoving him to the ground. Seto rarely thanked people even when professional decorum mandated thus, he certainly wasn't about to do so for mere personal reasons. After resting for several minutes he decided the silence would have to be broken eventually, plus who knew how long the generator would hold out? And chances are even if Jounouchi manage to once again fail to thwart his endeavors, he probably wouldn't survive a fourth round with the beast. Glancing up at the passive, thoughtful face above him he said with as much neutrality as possible, "well, the powers back on."

((It mighta been one of those glare pics, anyhow not sure, it's been awhile. My memory is fuzzy, I'm tired, just saying if there is a source I'm so not following it. Just going with my imagination on the parental units here)).

Seto smiled gently up at Jounouchi, a tad delirious, but mostly amused at how oblivious he could be. "Hear the hum from the generator? Notice the unnatural fluorescent light spilling out of the elevator shaft over there? Power my friend, we are free...well, assuming we get down and out of here before it decides to shut off on us again. Not sure I can get the generator running a second time," he ended with mock seriousness, as if actually pondering another round with the death machine.

((Coo' cool ))

Decisions, decisions. Let them finally leave and end their miserable night? It still seemed so early, more fun could be had. At the same time perhaps enough of a connection had been established that he could hope to still have little Seto as a plaything from time to time. But they ran in such different circles. After they all parted ways his job was Jounouchi, and his pleasure gig would have to take a backseat. Well, it was a long way to the ground floor, and these two were apparently prone to a rather high amount of questionable luck on their own. He could wait it out a bit longer, before making any definitive move.

Seto wanted to pull away, hated to appear weak, but he decided that would just make the moment awkward. This whole night had been uncomfortable enough, he wouldn't push things before he had to. Leaning most of his weight into Jounouchi's side he allowed the other man to lead him into the elevator. Not wanting to be vertical any longer, he used the excuse of a firm wall to pull away and slouch down onto the floor. All that work with the generator had been hot and exhausting, and the cool metal felt wonderful against his bruised back. "I wasn't trying to kill myself," he said after a moment, after Jounouchi had sat himself beside him. He avoided thinking about how the man next to him had only an hour earlier gone out of his way to sit across from him, away from him. "I was fixing the generator, evident in the fact that we are now surrounded by wonderful unnatural light and moving at a more expedient pace towards freedom, hopefully." After everything he wasn't anywhere near superstitious of course, still, it couldn't hurt to avoid being overconfident. At least until after they he'd made it home, or at least made it out.

Jounouchi was clearly in his own world, so Seto decided it prudent to fade into silence himself. If the normally blathering idiot could be silent he certainly couldn't be the one to shatter the détente. Within a few short minutes they were on the ground floor, almost afraid to move for fear of something else going wrong. After a slightly elongated pause Seto, with Jounouchi close behind, exited the elevator and walked briskly through the now brightly lit lobby. Hesitating only briefly at the front door Seto tried the latch, and to both of their delight the door opened. Jounouchi skipped out and started dancing in the front walk, Seto only stepped out a few inches, still holding the entrance open with his back.

As much as he wanted out of the building, he was starting to see little point. He'd have to be back here in less than two hours. One night from Hell wasn't exactly going to be enough to justify taking off work, even if the unprecedented behavior would absolutely thrill his brother. Especially as he was now further away from his deadline, having wasted the end of yesterday evening fumbling around with freak power outages. He thus remained motionless, watching Jounouchi's celebratory antics with amusement, still debating whether or not to make any use of the short amount of freedom at his disposal. Torn between a grimace and a laugh he realized he could just make a quick run for more coffee.

"hmph," Seto smirked, amused at the parting lecture, "thanks, but I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." He let the door swing closed behind him, slipping the key card back into his pocket. He wasn't about to seek medical attention, he wasn't overly fond of doctors, however he decided to screw his own agenda and go see Mokuba. At least for a couple of hours. A night like the last at least merited that reprieve. He strutted past Jounouchi, who was still standing awkwardly in the aisle. "Later mutt," he said with a parting wave, not bothering to even look back over his shoulder as he headed towards the parking garage to locate his driver. Via the street entrance rather than the building entrance of course.

Seto strolled on to a coffee shop, not the one he patronized earlier in the evening, a different one. He needed a fresh start. He didn't bother to look back and see where or when Jounouchi went off to. He took out his cellphone, which he had at least remembered to grab this time, and sighed. He figured at the very least he owed Mokuba a phone call. Pressing speed dial one he listened to the ring, awaiting the angry voice he was sure would greet him. Assuming he wasn't too angry to answer, that would definitely hurt, especially after tonight. He couldn't blame the kid though. Tonight may have been some freak incident beyond his control, but none of the uncountable other nights were.

With a soft twinge of regret at being unable to follow the sulky brunette, he followed after Jounouchi. He didn't exactly want to play with the building anymore, hopefully he'd get the chance to play with Seto again before he went back home.