There's another snap of tension at Victor's words. Interverting like a next excuse, that Yuri nearly stumbles into the words of calling him on, except then Victor says that one word right after them and Yuri's lips press. Holding back those words, and a sudden desperate bubble of necessity expanding to crack his ribs from inside. No space even for taking or letting of a single part of a breath. For anything. Anything that he can get now.
Which makes the whole of his body feel shaky as he's nodding, possibly a little too fast, at Victor's suggestion.
Relief is more draining than buoying, and the whole of it feels like it has a time limit. From one day and so many hours, and so many places, across the whole city, to figure this all out, now down to possibly less than one and only the space of the Market, for whatever that encompassed. He would have to figure it out. Figure all of this out. Not fail at it again. One more chance.
Nothing had been enough, nothing had ... meant what he wanted to say, and he didn't have even the smallest clue about how to say any of it in words. There was simply that feeling of being unmoored while the time clock ticked louder, even as he nodded, and said, quietly, turning toward all the new noise was coming from. "Okay."
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There's another snap of tension at Victor's words. Interverting like a next excuse, that Yuri nearly stumbles into the words of calling him on, except then Victor says that one word right after them and Yuri's lips press. Holding back those words, and a sudden desperate bubble of necessity expanding to crack his ribs from inside. No space even for taking or letting of a single part of a breath. For anything. Anything that he can get now.
Which makes the whole of his body feel shaky as he's nodding, possibly a little too fast, at Victor's suggestion.
Relief is more draining than buoying, and the whole of it feels like it has a time limit. From one day and so many hours, and so many places, across the whole city, to figure this all out, now down to possibly less than one and only the space of the Market, for whatever that encompassed. He would have to figure it out. Figure all of this out. Not fail at it again. One more chance.
Nothing had been enough, nothing had ... meant what he wanted to say, and he didn't have even the smallest clue about how to say any of it in words. There was simply that feeling of being unmoored while the time clock ticked louder, even as he nodded, and said, quietly, turning toward all the new noise was coming from. "Okay."