Unlocking the little car with with a beep, and hefting Yuri's luggage into the trunk. "It was pretty late here for the livestream."
The only reason he doesn't mind letting Yuri stay up to watch the exhibition is the fact that it's happening much earlier in Moscow than the final men's free skate had. "I think the triplets got in trouble for sneaking out of bed to watch, too."
Luggage in and trunk closed and he lets Maccachin into the back seat before turning to Yuri with a smile. "Come on, it's cold."
It feels even colder in the car than standing in the air outside, but he turns the engine and turns on the heat, waiting for Yuri to slip off his backpack and settle into the passenger seat. Waiting for the door to close. Waiting for the world to finally -- finally -- be shut away.
Enough for him to reach cold fingers and brush them back against Yuri's cheek, while his expression goes soft and his eyes go half-lidded. "I missed you."
In all sorts of ways. Next to him. At the rink. At the table. Saying nothing while Victor says too much. Laughing at his antics. Worrying over Maccachin with him.
Too far away, and performing on his own.
But like this, too: missing the night under the lights of the Red Square they were supposed to have. Missing the quiet breathing in the room in the middle of the night.
Missing the kiss Victor can finally lean in and give him, now that they're alone.
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Date: 2017-07-26 12:12 am (UTC)"She watched at home, I think."
Unlocking the little car with with a beep, and hefting Yuri's luggage into the trunk. "It was pretty late here for the livestream."
The only reason he doesn't mind letting Yuri stay up to watch the exhibition is the fact that it's happening much earlier in Moscow than the final men's free skate had. "I think the triplets got in trouble for sneaking out of bed to watch, too."
Luggage in and trunk closed and he lets Maccachin into the back seat before turning to Yuri with a smile. "Come on, it's cold."
It feels even colder in the car than standing in the air outside, but he turns the engine and turns on the heat, waiting for Yuri to slip off his backpack and settle into the passenger seat. Waiting for the door to close. Waiting for the world to finally -- finally -- be shut away.
Enough for him to reach cold fingers and brush them back against Yuri's cheek, while his expression goes soft and his eyes go half-lidded. "I missed you."
In all sorts of ways. Next to him. At the rink. At the table. Saying nothing while Victor says too much. Laughing at his antics. Worrying over Maccachin with him.
Too far away, and performing on his own.
But like this, too: missing the night under the lights of the Red Square they were supposed to have. Missing the quiet breathing in the room in the middle of the night.
Missing the kiss Victor can finally lean in and give him, now that they're alone.