It's not okay. Nothing about it is okay, and Yuri is either ignoring him or not understanding him and either way, Victor needs to get this point across. He didn't change his mind. He came, even if it was later than he should have.
Maybe too late?
But then why would Yuri skate that piece. Why would he be here. How could the last eight months have happened.
The closer they grow, the more confused he gets.
And now Yuri's brushing him off, like he's rambling, like he's not making sense, like he's just being Victor, the way Yuri sometimes does get when Victor is enthusing at some new thing or another, or changing his mind, mercurial, or when he's forgotten something. When he's being Victor, the easily distracted, the forgetful.
But he didn't. "I didn't forget," he protests, even as Yuri's directing him towards ... something, he isn't paying attention, looking more at Yuri than at the sidewalk or where they're headed, because this is important. Maybe the most important. "I didn't. Forget."
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Maybe too late?
But then why would Yuri skate that piece. Why would he be here. How could the last eight months have happened.
The closer they grow, the more confused he gets.
And now Yuri's brushing him off, like he's rambling, like he's not making sense, like he's just being Victor, the way Yuri sometimes does get when Victor is enthusing at some new thing or another, or changing his mind, mercurial, or when he's forgotten something. When he's being Victor, the easily distracted, the forgetful.
But he didn't. "I didn't forget," he protests, even as Yuri's directing him towards ... something, he isn't paying attention, looking more at Yuri than at the sidewalk or where they're headed, because this is important. Maybe the most important. "I didn't. Forget."