Victor is turning in circles, maybe even more like a delighted child than a swept away tourist, and Yuri found it hard not to stare at him. It was a tear of reactions in one, both, the semi-exhausting however it was Victor found the energy to do all of this and still be this bright -- no, brighter even for it, than when they began, that each step and each stop before the next -- and the one where it was impossible not to see it.
The way the brilliance of it made him lighter. The way the happiness shone off of him more than the sun.
Victor turning his absorbed glee toward Yuri, with a question, had Yuri fumbling a quick, "Oh...no."
He isn't sure it doesn't come out as a question. Or an expelled rush at even the idea of being able to spend a single fifth of the prices Victor hadn't entirely even seen to look at, no less notice adding up across places. Yuri couldn't do that. Not on any sort of normal day, and certainly not with the fees and bills coming after this weekend for the year behind him. Them.
He, also, isn't entirely, one hundred percent, sure it isn't a lie. There is ... something. Maybe. Or maybe not. He can't decide. He's been trying to decide for days. Whether it's stupid. Sentimental. Desperate. Reaching.
Which makes him look away from Victor. To the building reaching into the sky right beyond the bench. Then, as if his eyes had more will that his not-knowing, than his complicating doubts, to the windows of the stores under it, to the right, and the left of it, too, and those as well.
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Victor is turning in circles, maybe even more like a delighted child than a swept away tourist, and Yuri found it hard not to stare at him. It was a tear of reactions in one, both, the semi-exhausting however it was Victor found the energy to do all of this and still be this bright -- no, brighter even for it, than when they began, that each step and each stop before the next -- and the one where it was impossible not to see it.
The way the brilliance of it made him lighter.
The way the happiness shone off of him more than the sun.
Victor turning his absorbed glee toward Yuri, with a question, had Yuri fumbling a quick, "Oh...no."
He isn't sure it doesn't come out as a question. Or an expelled rush at even the idea of being able to spend a single fifth of the prices Victor hadn't entirely even seen to look at, no less notice adding up across places. Yuri couldn't do that. Not on any sort of normal day, and certainly not with the fees and bills coming after this weekend for the year behind him. Them.
He, also, isn't entirely, one hundred percent, sure it isn't a lie. There is ... something.
Maybe. Or maybe not. He can't decide. He's been trying to decide for days.
Whether it's stupid. Sentimental. Desperate. Reaching.
Which makes him look away from Victor. To the building reaching into the sky right beyond the bench. Then, as if his eyes had more will that his not-knowing, than his complicating doubts, to the windows of the stores under it, to the right, and the left of it, too, and those as well.