It takes Victor too long to focus, but his expression is more solemn now.
Almost confused, contradictory, just for a second, lost, deceived, before it softens back under while he stares at Yuri, gaze shifting until it can center on Yuri's own, and when Yuri moves he just forms to Yuri the way he always does. They way he throws his arms around Yuri's shoulder and leans him almost a third over in his exuberance after his first two performances, when they were somewhere in Hasetsu and Victor just couldn't contain his joy at needing to share something, like Yuuri hadn't lived in the country most of his life.
Victor who tugs him closer, until their legs are bumping gently as they shift, and Victor's cheek and chin finds its way against his hair, making him some combination of crutch and teddy bear. Victor's less in control of the directing, but it's still absolutely familiar. Like pulling his jacket around his shoulders.
Grounding. Feels like it steadies everything in his chest, even though it was meant to steady Victor.
He lets his fingers dig softly into Victor's jacket on the other side and he looks up, again, but out, instead, this time.
Taking his bearings on where they are, and remembering how they got here after the interviews, how they got to the interviews after dropping everything off in the hotel. Considering what the shortest paths are, even if it'll still be a dawdling walk at best, and starting them back off in that direction again.
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Almost confused, contradictory, just for a second, lost, deceived, before it softens back under while he stares at Yuri, gaze shifting until it can center on Yuri's own, and when Yuri moves he just forms to Yuri the way he always does. They way he throws his arms around Yuri's shoulder and leans him almost a third over in his exuberance after his first two performances, when they were somewhere in Hasetsu and Victor just couldn't contain his joy at needing to share something, like Yuuri hadn't lived in the country most of his life.
Victor who tugs him closer, until their legs are bumping gently as they shift, and Victor's cheek and chin finds its way against his hair, making him some combination of crutch and teddy bear. Victor's less in control of the directing, but it's still absolutely familiar. Like pulling his jacket around his shoulders.
Grounding. Feels like it steadies everything in his chest, even though it was meant to steady Victor.
He lets his fingers dig softly into Victor's jacket on the other side and he looks up, again, but out, instead, this time.
Taking his bearings on where they are, and remembering how they got here after the interviews, how they got to the interviews after dropping everything off in the hotel. Considering what the shortest paths are, even if it'll still be a dawdling walk at best, and starting them back off in that direction again.