Yuri's parents kindly use English when he's around, as much as possible, and, just like it has so many other times, it makes him smile again tonight.
Him, slipping off his snow-dusted shoes and leaving them here by the door; them making sure he can understand even when they're speaking to Yuri. "Home at last."
It hasn't really been that long since they left for Shanghai, but it feels like at least a hundred years has passed, while the onsen sat here in a bubble of unchanging time. It's warm and comfortable and cozy and if they weren't both so tired, Victor would suggest starting off this homecoming with a soak in the hot spring where this all started. Right now, though, he thinks they'd both fall asleep and drown without even noticing, so it'll have to wait until tomorrow. "Yuri, I'll take your luggage up to your room while you catch up."
Spoken as he's shedding his coat and scarf, while Maccachin licks at his fingers and then trots off to find his food and water pausing to greet Yuri's parents with a nudge of his nose and a wag of his tail. Victor wonders if his laugh sounds as relieved as it feels. "Maccachin is happy to be back, too."
He hauls Yuri's luggage up the half-step onto the floor and sets the roller again, before heading off towards the stairs with a brief wave and a smile for Yuri's parents. They're likely to turn in soon, too, only staying up to welcome Yuri safely back home. Everyone can take more time to catch up and talk tomorrow, once they've all had some sleep. Soon the little house will be quiet and dark, and he and Yuri can just watch the exhibition in peace before joining the rest of the household in the sleep all of them have been missing for the last few days.
Wheeling the luggage down the hall, he glances towards his own room, where he'll be in just a few moments, trying to connect to the livestream. It feels strange to be back, even if he's been here now for a night on his own: in the short time away, he'd gotten used to sharing a room with Yuri, not worrying about anyone else who might be around.
Strange to think, as he's dropping the luggage off in Yuri's room, that now they're back together, they'll be apart again.
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Date: 2017-08-03 02:18 am (UTC)Him, slipping off his snow-dusted shoes and leaving them here by the door; them making sure he can understand even when they're speaking to Yuri. "Home at last."
It hasn't really been that long since they left for Shanghai, but it feels like at least a hundred years has passed, while the onsen sat here in a bubble of unchanging time. It's warm and comfortable and cozy and if they weren't both so tired, Victor would suggest starting off this homecoming with a soak in the hot spring where this all started. Right now, though, he thinks they'd both fall asleep and drown without even noticing, so it'll have to wait until tomorrow. "Yuri, I'll take your luggage up to your room while you catch up."
Spoken as he's shedding his coat and scarf, while Maccachin licks at his fingers and then trots off to find his food and water pausing to greet Yuri's parents with a nudge of his nose and a wag of his tail. Victor wonders if his laugh sounds as relieved as it feels. "Maccachin is happy to be back, too."
He hauls Yuri's luggage up the half-step onto the floor and sets the roller again, before heading off towards the stairs with a brief wave and a smile for Yuri's parents. They're likely to turn in soon, too, only staying up to welcome Yuri safely back home. Everyone can take more time to catch up and talk tomorrow, once they've all had some sleep. Soon the little house will be quiet and dark, and he and Yuri can just watch the exhibition in peace before joining the rest of the household in the sleep all of them have been missing for the last few days.
Wheeling the luggage down the hall, he glances towards his own room, where he'll be in just a few moments, trying to connect to the livestream. It feels strange to be back, even if he's been here now for a night on his own: in the short time away, he'd gotten used to sharing a room with Yuri, not worrying about anyone else who might be around.
Strange to think, as he's dropping the luggage off in Yuri's room, that now they're back together, they'll be apart again.