Bakura inhaled slowly before closing his eyes, form blurring.

A moment later, the small white die landed in Mello's palm, thin red thread attaching firmly, Bakura's presence following near instantly after. There were fewer barriers than the last time they had resonated, the paler teen focusing intently on pulling all his focus and energy into the healing that was go come. There was also a deeper trust; a trust that Mello wouldn't pry, and that he would keep quiet about anything the might spill out unbidden. No need to waste energy on hiding when there was that.

'If you would...'