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[Whatever enamoured expression he'd been wearing was quickly replaced with something that could only be called a face fault. His face blanching somewhat at the memory. Oh yes. That.]

Look. That.

[He can't even find the words for any sort of explanation. It had supposed to be something to make him forget, to not have any regrets or strings but no, he got caught. Sure it could have been by someone far worse but he hadn't been able to look Isono in the eye for months.
Kaiba groans and slumps into the sofa, clutching his head as he let it rest on the back of the cushion.]

I panicked, I can't say it was anything else.