Of course, it makes sense. Yuri shouldn't be missing him, because Victor's right here, and their separation is over. How could he miss someone he's curled directly against? How could he miss someone he's sitting here, talking to?
Why does Victor still feel it, like the ghost of a broken bone long since healed? "I still do."
Miss Yuri. Even with Yuri's hair under his fingertips, even when Yuri is within reach, easy to touch. It doesn't make sense and he can't explain it, but it feels almost as if this is a dream he'll wake up from, only to find his bed empty and Yuri gone.
He doesn't understand it. He doesn't know how to fix it. All he knows is that he never wants to feel the way he has in the last few days ever again.
There's so much he wants to do. He wants to run his hands over Yuri's shoulders and along his ribs and back and waist, wants to kiss him, wants to drag him down to the mattress and refuse to let him up, keep him here while Yuri laughs at him for being foolish and dramatic.
he doesn't want this, whatever this look is on Yuri's face, that seems more resigned than relieved, as if having one taste of being apart has reminded Yuri to pull back from him, to expect the worst. He'd said he never wanted to hurt Yuri, and he had, only days after saying so, only days after Yuri had confidently stated that he would never.
But he still doesn't like this expression that looks like Yuri is already bracing himself for the next time it comes. "I just don't want it to happen again. I don't think I could take it."
Being away from Yuri. Being separated. Having to watch the free skate through the tv screen instead of from the side of the ice. "I always want to be right there with you when you skate."
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Date: 2017-08-25 05:00 am (UTC)"No?"
Of course, it makes sense. Yuri shouldn't be missing him, because Victor's right here, and their separation is over. How could he miss someone he's curled directly against? How could he miss someone he's sitting here, talking to?
Why does Victor still feel it, like the ghost of a broken bone long since healed? "I still do."
Miss Yuri. Even with Yuri's hair under his fingertips, even when Yuri is within reach, easy to touch. It doesn't make sense and he can't explain it, but it feels almost as if this is a dream he'll wake up from, only to find his bed empty and Yuri gone.
He doesn't understand it. He doesn't know how to fix it. All he knows is that he never wants to feel the way he has in the last few days ever again.
There's so much he wants to do. He wants to run his hands over Yuri's shoulders and along his ribs and back and waist, wants to kiss him, wants to drag him down to the mattress and refuse to let him up, keep him here while Yuri laughs at him for being foolish and dramatic.
he doesn't want this, whatever this look is on Yuri's face, that seems more resigned than relieved, as if having one taste of being apart has reminded Yuri to pull back from him, to expect the worst. He'd said he never wanted to hurt Yuri, and he had, only days after saying so, only days after Yuri had confidently stated that he would never.
But he still doesn't like this expression that looks like Yuri is already bracing himself for the next time it comes. "I just don't want it to happen again. I don't think I could take it."
Being away from Yuri. Being separated. Having to watch the free skate through the tv screen instead of from the side of the ice. "I always want to be right there with you when you skate."