The little lean Yuri makes into his hand makes him want to step closer, wrap his arm all the way around Yuri's shoulder, or drop his hand to find Yuri's, swinging there by his side. It would be so easy. The people around them might frown, but Victor doesn't care, can't bring himself to think it matters.
Not when it's been so long. (Two, three days. Forever.)
It's times like this he envies Maccachin's freedom of affection. Maccachin can jump all over Yuri and cover his face with kisses and request to be held and stroked and no one thinks it's strange. Maccachin's antics spark warm smiles from the same people who looked sternly them earlier, hugging for too long in front of the arrivals gate. It seems desperately unfair, and he's still not sure he cares enough about what other people think to hold back --
But Yuri does. He hasn't forgotten the horrified way Yuri looked at the articles posted the morning after his Shanghai free skate, full of insinuation that Victor had only stoked instead of minimized.
Yuri is more reserved than him. Yuri worries what people will think. Yuri remembers when things are appropriate or not.
(Just for once, Victor wishes he didn't care quite so much.)
Still, Yuri gravitates towards him, making Victor's heart take a sharp little hop towards his throat. "We should be home in plenty of time to catch the exhibition, but then you need to get some rest, Yuri. You look tired."
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Not when it's been so long. (Two, three days. Forever.)
It's times like this he envies Maccachin's freedom of affection. Maccachin can jump all over Yuri and cover his face with kisses and request to be held and stroked and no one thinks it's strange. Maccachin's antics spark warm smiles from the same people who looked sternly them earlier, hugging for too long in front of the arrivals gate. It seems desperately unfair, and he's still not sure he cares enough about what other people think to hold back --
But Yuri does. He hasn't forgotten the horrified way Yuri looked at the articles posted the morning after his Shanghai free skate, full of insinuation that Victor had only stoked instead of minimized.
Yuri is more reserved than him. Yuri worries what people will think. Yuri remembers when things are appropriate or not.
(Just for once, Victor wishes he didn't care quite so much.)
Still, Yuri gravitates towards him, making Victor's heart take a sharp little hop towards his throat. "We should be home in plenty of time to catch the exhibition, but then you need to get some rest, Yuri. You look tired."