He's pushed up into a half-undone knot, one knee fallen to the bed, along with his hip, that hand on the mattress holding him up while he tries to decide if he's going to get up and follow Yuri, or not.
(Was it really fine?)
Before he can come to some sort of conclusive decision, though, Yuri pauses, one hand on the door jamb and the other pointing at him like he's aiming a spear, and tells him not to move. He'll be right back.
Before he's gone, in a confusion of footsteps that disappear down the hall in the direction of Yuri's room, only to be followed by rummaging sounds that do nothing to clarify Victor's confusion, even if the worry begins to slowly dissipate. If Yuri will be right back –– if Yuri doesn't want him to move –– then maybe whatever it was that had Yuri scrambling away from him and off the bed didn't have anything to do with how he was being held or what Victor was saying during it.
Even if Victor can't imagine what else it could have been. Even if Yuri being back in his own room, where he'll be later tonight –– because that's where he sleeps and they've always lived through sleeping in separate rooms before –– means Yuri is out of sight again, and it runs ice through Victor's veins, slowly squeezing his stomach.
Uncertain if he should ignore Yuri's command and go follow him, find out what it was that made him run, get the truth if it turned out to be Victor after all.
Unwilling, and still too startled, to disobey, even as every second Yuri's gone ticks with agonizing slowness into his chest, counting down to the second when he won't be able to take it anymore. "What are you doing?"
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He's pushed up into a half-undone knot, one knee fallen to the bed, along with his hip, that hand on the mattress holding him up while he tries to decide if he's going to get up and follow Yuri, or not.
(Was it really fine?)
Before he can come to some sort of conclusive decision, though, Yuri pauses, one hand on the door jamb and the other pointing at him like he's aiming a spear, and tells him not to move. He'll be right back.
Before he's gone, in a confusion of footsteps that disappear down the hall in the direction of Yuri's room, only to be followed by rummaging sounds that do nothing to clarify Victor's confusion, even if the worry begins to slowly dissipate. If Yuri will be right back –– if Yuri doesn't want him to move –– then maybe whatever it was that had Yuri scrambling away from him and off the bed didn't have anything to do with how he was being held or what Victor was saying during it.
Even if Victor can't imagine what else it could have been.
Even if Yuri being back in his own room, where he'll be later tonight –– because that's where he sleeps and they've always lived through sleeping in separate rooms before –– means Yuri is out of sight again, and it runs ice through Victor's veins, slowly squeezing his stomach.
Uncertain if he should ignore Yuri's command and go follow him, find out what it was that made him run, get the truth if it turned out to be Victor after all.
Unwilling, and still too startled, to disobey, even as every second Yuri's gone ticks with agonizing slowness into his chest, counting down to the second when he won't be able to take it anymore. "What are you doing?"