Yuri falls into step beside him, and it feels as right as it doesn't. There's already a nervous energy chasing itself around his system like ungrounded electricity because he's no longer touching Yuri and that means Yuri could be gone, again, at any time.
Which is ridiculous. Which is a paranoid thought based more in his inability to sleep and the strain of the last two, nearly three, days. Yuri isn't going anywhere. Yuri is coming home with him. He has no intention of letting Yuri out of his sight again for longer than a few seconds at a time. It shouldn't matter if they're touching or not.
But it does. It's real work not to reach out and sling his arm around Yuri's shoulder, and in the end he only doesn't do it because Yuri still has his heavy backpack strapped there, and Victor's arm would probably just be an annoying extra weight. "They said his throat might be a little sore for a while, so he should have soft food and plenty of water."
The last few days feel like a nightmare he's finally woken up from. It's difficult to believe that Maccachin was really in danger when he's trotting alongside them so cheerily right now, as perky and affectionate as ever. "Mostly they said to keep the steamed buns out of reach."
Maccachin doesn't often act out that way. He's curious, of course, and loves to eat, and happily tries bites of whatever Victor offers him, but it's unlike him to go nosing through food he knows he's not supposed to have.
Perhaps he had missed Victor and Yuri, too. It's been months since he's had to wait at home while Victor left for weeks at a time, and even with the Katsukis there to keep him company, maybe he decided he'd had enough with being good for the time being.
Or maybe he was just hungry. It's difficult to say. "How was the flight? Did you get any rest?"
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Date: 2017-07-20 10:31 am (UTC)Yuri falls into step beside him, and it feels as right as it doesn't. There's already a nervous energy chasing itself around his system like ungrounded electricity because he's no longer touching Yuri and that means Yuri could be gone, again, at any time.
Which is ridiculous. Which is a paranoid thought based more in his inability to sleep and the strain of the last two, nearly three, days. Yuri isn't going anywhere. Yuri is coming home with him. He has no intention of letting Yuri out of his sight again for longer than a few seconds at a time. It shouldn't matter if they're touching or not.
But it does. It's real work not to reach out and sling his arm around Yuri's shoulder, and in the end he only doesn't do it because Yuri still has his heavy backpack strapped there, and Victor's arm would probably just be an annoying extra weight. "They said his throat might be a little sore for a while, so he should have soft food and plenty of water."
The last few days feel like a nightmare he's finally woken up from. It's difficult to believe that Maccachin was really in danger when he's trotting alongside them so cheerily right now, as perky and affectionate as ever. "Mostly they said to keep the steamed buns out of reach."
Maccachin doesn't often act out that way. He's curious, of course, and loves to eat, and happily tries bites of whatever Victor offers him, but it's unlike him to go nosing through food he knows he's not supposed to have.
Perhaps he had missed Victor and Yuri, too. It's been months since he's had to wait at home while Victor left for weeks at a time, and even with the Katsukis there to keep him company, maybe he decided he'd had enough with being good for the time being.
Or maybe he was just hungry. It's difficult to say. "How was the flight? Did you get any rest?"