Even though he'd been the one telling Yuri to go, Victor very nearly follows him as he leaves the door, as if pulled by some invisible string, that same feeling of restless anxiety washing over him that he'd ignored coming up the stairs, looking at Yuri's empty room, waiting for the sound of his step in the hall. If the glass wall at the airport had been interminable, this is worse: not being able to see Yuri, even if Victor can hear him. Knows, intellectually, that Yuri is right there, changing for bed, setting his things down.
Knows it will only be moments, and scant ones at that, before he's right back here, and that he'll expect Victor to be finding the livestream, exactly as Victor promised he would, and so Victor ought to do that. Stop looking at the door, and finish getting changed, himself, and find the livestream.
He's cross-legged at the top of the bed, pillows tucked against the small of his back, face bathed in the intent blue light of his laptop screen, when Yuri comes back. Relaxing him even without anything changing, except that worried, wanting thing in his chest that loves to tie itself up into knots whenever Yuri isn't right next to him. "Just about."
It takes him a moment to log in, but then the video screen pops up, a small wheel buffering in the middle, and he pushes the computer back while pushing himself to the side, looking up at Yuri with an inviting smile. "Over here, Yuri."
One hand patting the covers next to him, even as Maccachin wanders in from behind Yuri and makes for his little bed, walking around and around in a tight circle only to flop with a contented, heavy sigh onto the cushion.
"I think we may have missed the first one, but Yurio wouldn't be up right away."
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Date: 2017-08-05 12:43 pm (UTC)Even though he'd been the one telling Yuri to go, Victor very nearly follows him as he leaves the door, as if pulled by some invisible string, that same feeling of restless anxiety washing over him that he'd ignored coming up the stairs, looking at Yuri's empty room, waiting for the sound of his step in the hall. If the glass wall at the airport had been interminable, this is worse: not being able to see Yuri, even if Victor can hear him. Knows, intellectually, that Yuri is right there, changing for bed, setting his things down.
Knows it will only be moments, and scant ones at that, before he's right back here, and that he'll expect Victor to be finding the livestream, exactly as Victor promised he would, and so Victor ought to do that. Stop looking at the door, and finish getting changed, himself, and find the livestream.
He's cross-legged at the top of the bed, pillows tucked against the small of his back, face bathed in the intent blue light of his laptop screen, when Yuri comes back. Relaxing him even without anything changing, except that worried, wanting thing in his chest that loves to tie itself up into knots whenever Yuri isn't right next to him. "Just about."
It takes him a moment to log in, but then the video screen pops up, a small wheel buffering in the middle, and he pushes the computer back while pushing himself to the side, looking up at Yuri with an inviting smile. "Over here, Yuri."
One hand patting the covers next to him, even as Maccachin wanders in from behind Yuri and makes for his little bed, walking around and around in a tight circle only to flop with a contented, heavy sigh onto the cushion.
"I think we may have missed the first one, but Yurio wouldn't be up right away."