Victor doesn't hold his hand long, and when he moves it's not over toward Yuri, but down. Which Yuri thinks is going to be to Maccachin, but it ends up being to his shoes, and Yuri watches him step out of them. He's not sure how it's possible but the sea wind tugs at Victor's hair and he looks freer than Yuri's ever seen him. Nothing like he'd ever --
No. No, he doesn't want to frame it like that.
Not as how it is or isn't what he expected. What was.
It's just this. Victor. (Just Victor.) The air tugging at that light fringe of hair as he throws his shoes away from him, toes buried in the sand, while Maccachin lopes about in playful steps nearby, still just as pleased as ever. Some how looking freer than anything Yuri's ever seen in his life. This is Victor. Yuri can't help but duck his head a little.
That strange warmth in his chest, touching his cheeks, even as his eyes can't stay down, are drawn right the next second right back, right when Victor turns back to him, all clouds and sea all backdrop, fading, light streamers from thick clouds and glittering water, saying those words. That make that reaction. Stay, deepen, even as Yuri leans down and starts working on his shoes.
His first reaction is to ask why, why to either of those.
His second reaction is that he thought Victor must be coming to hate it.
They both come to his mouth, but they don't come out. He's gotten one shoe off and he's working on the laces of the other when he finds something he actually thinks to say. Something that sounds more like he wants it to sound. That is a little fragile and ... more real, actually his. Something that is more about finding that same middle where their hands had been a second ago.
"It must be very different for you." Victor who had been competing every year since the middle of Yuri's childrhood. Every single one. (He tries not to let the ice catch him on the why, to reflect it to being about him.) Hands steady on his laces, determination forming on his cheeks, as the stays on this line, following it.
He remembers how different it was, even if it's not for the same reasons. "It seemed like that last year, for me." Even here, until Victor had suddenly shown up and answered the question of whether he was competing again.
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No. No, he doesn't want to frame it like that.
Not as how it is or isn't what he expected. What was.
It's just this. Victor. (Just Victor.) The air tugging at that light fringe of hair as he throws his shoes away from him, toes buried in the sand, while Maccachin lopes about in playful steps nearby, still just as pleased as ever. Some how looking freer than anything Yuri's ever seen in his life. This is Victor. Yuri can't help but duck his head a little.
That strange warmth in his chest, touching his cheeks, even as his eyes can't stay down, are drawn right the next second right back, right when Victor turns back to him, all clouds and sea all backdrop, fading, light streamers from thick clouds and glittering water, saying those words. That make that reaction. Stay, deepen, even as Yuri leans down and starts working on his shoes.
His first reaction is to ask why, why to either of those.
His second reaction is that he thought Victor must be coming to hate it.
They both come to his mouth, but they don't come out. He's gotten one shoe off and he's working on the laces of the other when he finds something he actually thinks to say. Something that sounds more like he wants it to sound. That is a little fragile and ... more real, actually his. Something that is more about finding that same middle where their hands had been a second ago.
"It must be very different for you." Victor who had been competing every year since the middle of Yuri's childrhood. Every single one. (He tries not to let the ice catch him on the why, to reflect it to being about him.) Hands steady on his laces, determination forming on his cheeks, as the stays on this line, following it.
He remembers how different it was, even if it's not for the same reasons. "It seemed like that last year, for me."
Even here, until Victor had suddenly shown up and answered the question of whether he was competing again.