It's Yuri's turn to blink, but then, instead of blushing and stammering, or pulling his hands away, or poking fun at Victor for being too ridiculous, or getting annoyed because that's not what he means --
He blushes, yes. But then his expression, so full of tension and determination, relaxes into a smile that makes Victor, floating in his calm warm sea, feel like an ice cube melting all at once.
Yuri doesn't tell him he's ridiculous. Yuri doesn't correct him. Yuri doesn't say he didn't mean it like that. Yuri isn't running away at the thought of it, at the insinuation.
(He knows that's not what Yuri meant, but...
Isn't it, too?
A little?)
But then Yuri is folding back into him, and Victor's arms go back around his neck, feeling, finally, grounded. Like he can feel his feet, his legs, his arms again. Yuri willing him back into existence with this hug. And he knows that's not what Yuri meant, Yuri meant be my coach which may not be separate from everything else anymore but is still only one thing --
And Victor, suddenly, can't stand the thought of a time limit on it. Any of it. Coaching Yuri. Being with him. Beside him. It's only been two days, and it felt like a hundred years.
Words said quiet as a prayer, not lifting further than the distance from his lips to Yuri's ear.
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He blushes, yes. But then his expression, so full of tension and determination, relaxes into a smile that makes Victor, floating in his calm warm sea, feel like an ice cube melting all at once.
Yuri doesn't tell him he's ridiculous. Yuri doesn't correct him. Yuri doesn't say he didn't mean it like that. Yuri isn't running away at the thought of it, at the insinuation.
(He knows that's not what Yuri meant, but...
But then Yuri is folding back into him, and Victor's arms go back around his neck, feeling, finally, grounded. Like he can feel his feet, his legs, his arms again. Yuri willing him back into existence with this hug. And he knows that's not what Yuri meant, Yuri meant be my coach which may not be separate from everything else anymore but is still only one thing --
And Victor, suddenly, can't stand the thought of a time limit on it. Any of it. Coaching Yuri. Being with him. Beside him. It's only been two days, and it felt like a hundred years.
Words said quiet as a prayer, not lifting further than the distance from his lips to Yuri's ear.
(Lifting from his lips to God's heart.)
"I wish you'd never retire."