He doesn't know what this face is, on Yuri's face.
(He might have thought he knew before, but that was before. Before five minutes ago. Before it turned out he couldn't read Yuri as well as he thought.)
It doesn't go away when he drops his hand, and he's not sure if that was the right thing to do, or not. He's all turned around, and he had way too much to drink: it's all hitting him now, like a freight train. He'd felt so good before, but now he just feels woozy and tired, and like he wants his bed.
(And.
Yuri. To stay.)
But Yuri isn't pulling away, at least, and better, he isn't going anywhere. Which shouldn't be relieving, but it is, even when sounds more like you can't be trusted by yourself, and that's probably true. He's not sure what would happen, if he were left to his own devices tonight: call Chris, maybe. Gp to another bar and drink until he's insensible. But that would be selfish, too, wouldn't it? Yuri's first program is tomorrow.
And Yuri's arm is slipping into his, anyway, and Victor looks down at his dark head with the beginnings of a surprised and hopeful smile. "Okay."
Walking where Yuri directs him, as if Yuri hasn't dictated everywhere he's gone and everything he's done for almost two years. "I don't need water."
Testing the waters, to see if things are really okay, and. Alright. It's true, too. Trusting and simple. "I just need you."
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(He might have thought he knew before, but that was before. Before five minutes ago. Before it turned out he couldn't read Yuri as well as he thought.)
It doesn't go away when he drops his hand, and he's not sure if that was the right thing to do, or not. He's all turned around, and he had way too much to drink: it's all hitting him now, like a freight train. He'd felt so good before, but now he just feels woozy and tired, and like he wants his bed.
(And.
To stay.)
But Yuri isn't pulling away, at least, and better, he isn't going anywhere. Which shouldn't be relieving, but it is, even when sounds more like you can't be trusted by yourself, and that's probably true. He's not sure what would happen, if he were left to his own devices tonight: call Chris, maybe. Gp to another bar and drink until he's insensible. But that would be selfish, too, wouldn't it? Yuri's first program is tomorrow.
And Yuri's arm is slipping into his, anyway, and Victor looks down at his dark head with the beginnings of a surprised and hopeful smile. "Okay."
Walking where Yuri directs him, as if Yuri hasn't dictated everywhere he's gone and everything he's done for almost two years. "I don't need water."
Testing the waters, to see if things are really okay, and. Alright. It's true, too. Trusting and simple. "I just need you."