Their resonance still felt weirdly... squishy was the only word Mello could find to describe it; he was so used to reaching out and finding a mind as stubborn as his own that it made him feel slightly off-balance to find one so accommodating. (And the warmth that had been part of his resonance with Near for months now was almost entirely missing, just a faint sense of it that meant this was working reasonably well. Mello tried not to give that thought away, not because he didn't trust Bakura, but because it was private.)

He did the mental equivalent of firming his stance, holding steady so Bakura could lean on him.

Do I need to roll you again? If it takes much more out of you, that'll be the last time for now.