Yuri looks at Maccachin and repeats himself, that Victor had to. The same thing he pushed at Victor in the hallway outside the rink, with people looking on in confusion. Victor wouldn't expect anything else: unlike him, Yuri isn't a selfish person. He'd pushed Victor to leave because he knew it would break Victor's heart not to be there, here, with Maccachin, and because he really would have come back if he could. He loves Maccachin, too.
Leaving Victor to study the line of his jaw and the winter-pale skin of his cheek, as Yuri watches Maccachin sleep. Was summer, and sunshine, and the tan Yuri managed to find that Victor never could really that far away? It seems like another lifetime ago, those long sunlit days by the water, under the sun, wandering around the town as lights came switching on. Even spending most of their time in the rink didn't keep the summer warmth from slipping under their skin.
Now it feels like Moscow's winter chill won't ever be warmed away. "You shouldn't have had to choose."
Between staying and going. "Between having me there or not."
It shouldn't have been an option. "A coach should stay with his skater."
But –– This? Whatever this is?
What are the rules for this?
Lips pressing together, even as he lifts one hand off Yuri's hip, to reach and trace a curve over his ear, fingertips brushing lightly through his hair. "I never even said thank you for telling me to go and making the decision for me."
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Yuri looks at Maccachin and repeats himself, that Victor had to. The same thing he pushed at Victor in the hallway outside the rink, with people looking on in confusion. Victor wouldn't expect anything else: unlike him, Yuri isn't a selfish person. He'd pushed Victor to leave because he knew it would break Victor's heart not to be there, here, with Maccachin, and because he really would have come back if he could. He loves Maccachin, too.
Leaving Victor to study the line of his jaw and the winter-pale skin of his cheek, as Yuri watches Maccachin sleep. Was summer, and sunshine, and the tan Yuri managed to find that Victor never could really that far away? It seems like another lifetime ago, those long sunlit days by the water, under the sun, wandering around the town as lights came switching on. Even spending most of their time in the rink didn't keep the summer warmth from slipping under their skin.
Now it feels like Moscow's winter chill won't ever be warmed away. "You shouldn't have had to choose."
Between staying and going. "Between having me there or not."
It shouldn't have been an option. "A coach should stay with his skater."
But ––
This?
Whatever this is?
Lips pressing together, even as he lifts one hand off Yuri's hip, to reach and trace a curve over his ear, fingertips brushing lightly through his hair. "I never even said thank you for telling me to go and making the decision for me."