fivetimechamp: by me (our lives are stories waiting to be told)
Виктор Никифоров ([personal profile] fivetimechamp) wrote 2017-03-02 12:36 pm (UTC)

"A brother, then? A friend?"

He's not looking at Yuri as he gently presses, because it seems to be easier for Yuri to open up if he isn't under scrutiny, and his voice is calm and conversational, but –

Well, he needs to know. What this is. What they are to each other. What Yuri wants him to be, so he can stop, at the very least, being so wrong.

Getting even less of a word, but as clear a negative in the soft sound Yuri makes, which only leaves him one other option. "Then, your boyfriend, I guess."

Isn't that the crux of the whole thing? A reason he never called, even when he didn't forget, even when he sleuthed out the number, even when he spent night after night looking at those pictures, hearing those words: if you change your mind, just give me a call!

When his mind hadn't changed, because nothing had changed between that night and this day, except for him coming here and finding a vastly different Yuri who didn't seem to want to be touched, or seduced, or even spoken to.

But the word feels strange in his mouth, maybe because he doesn't know if it's right, because boyfriend seems like the correct term, but it doesn't mean to him what he feels for Yuri. It feels a little too prosaic, a little too casual, and he doesn't have any idea if it's something he's even capable of. Has he ever, even once, been a good boyfriend?

But isn't he willing to try?

"I can try my best."

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