He can't help that he stands there and watches Victor vanish into the bathroom. Not wanting to chase him in there, uncertain if he should if Victor might be about to lose everything he drank. Whether he can even navigate a bathroom alone when he wasn't doing well with the halls or the elevator entirely. No matter what he complained when he walked in.
But no crashes or curses sound from the bathroom.
The first noise that does, is normal. For a bathroom, at least.
He sits down on the end of Victor's bed to wait for him. Regardless of what Victor said, Yuri was fine with the night ending. With just being done with this. Even if thinking that made his stomach jolt. Made him remember what should have been impossible to forget. That thinking that had reminded him. The Short Program. The China Cup starts tomorrow morning. How had that skipped his mind for even a second?
That was, even more, reason to just lay down and pull his pillow over his head and hold it there until he stopped breathing or fell asleep. He's still rubbing at his eyes, maybe his brain through his eyes, when the door opens, and by the time he manages to look up, pushing his glasses back down, Victor is already shirtless and aimed for naked again.
Maybe that makes sense in some other world even, as a step for getting into bed, but all it does, unlike being part of any logic at all, is make words explode from Yuri's mouth in a new paroxysm of panic, while he looks valiantly toward the wall since it would be harder to turn around on the bed, which is Victor's bed. "Did you have some water?"
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But no crashes or curses sound from the bathroom.
The first noise that does, is normal. For a bathroom, at least.
He sits down on the end of Victor's bed to wait for him. Regardless of what Victor said, Yuri was fine with the night ending. With just being done with this. Even if thinking that made his stomach jolt. Made him remember what should have been impossible to forget. That thinking that had reminded him. The Short Program. The China Cup starts tomorrow morning. How had that skipped his mind for even a second?
That was, even more, reason to just lay down and pull his pillow over his head and hold it there until he stopped breathing or fell asleep. He's still rubbing at his eyes, maybe his brain through his eyes, when the door opens, and by the time he manages to look up, pushing his glasses back down, Victor is already shirtless and aimed for naked again.
Maybe that makes sense in some other world even, as a step for getting into bed, but all it does, unlike being part of any logic at all, is make words explode from Yuri's mouth in a new paroxysm of panic, while he looks valiantly toward the wall since it would be harder to turn around on the bed, which is Victor's bed. "Did you have some water?"