Oh, says Yuri, like he really hadn't thought of that and probably Victor should feel terrible that he worried, but it's difficult when he finds Yuri's abashed expression so adorable right now. "Yes," he confirms, free hand dropping to find the one Yuri left curved on his forearm, bringing it up so he can kiss it and then tuck his cheek against the back of it. Yuri's hand, in his. Pressing Yuri's hand to his lips, and his own cheek. Yuri right here, a pile in his lap. Yuri who had leaned against him like he was a sofa or headboard while they watched the skaters.
Yuri who somehow thought Victor would be alright with just watching him on television. "I always want to be with you. Didn't I come here for you to begin with?"
Yuri might have been the one to skate Stammi Vicino and leave it as a message online, but Victor was the one who flew out to Japan and declared he was staying, that he'd decided to take Yuri's invitation even if it was a year and a half late, that he finally had the answer to that request Yuri had pushed at him so earnestly that night in Sochi.
Maybe trying to lie was the wrong thing to do, but the more he thinks about the last few days, he doesn't know what any of the right choices might have been. Maybe there were none, maybe this was a time when no matter what he did, it would have been the wrong thing.
It worked out. Maccachin alive and well, Yuri on the way to the Grand Prix Final, both of them back together here in Hasetsu. Even if Yuri hasn't said if he'll stay tonight, there is very little more Victor could ask for.
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Oh, says Yuri, like he really hadn't thought of that and probably Victor should feel terrible that he worried, but it's difficult when he finds Yuri's abashed expression so adorable right now. "Yes," he confirms, free hand dropping to find the one Yuri left curved on his forearm, bringing it up so he can kiss it and then tuck his cheek against the back of it. Yuri's hand, in his. Pressing Yuri's hand to his lips, and his own cheek. Yuri right here, a pile in his lap. Yuri who had leaned against him like he was a sofa or headboard while they watched the skaters.
Yuri who somehow thought Victor would be alright with just watching him on television. "I always want to be with you. Didn't I come here for you to begin with?"
Yuri might have been the one to skate Stammi Vicino and leave it as a message online, but Victor was the one who flew out to Japan and declared he was staying, that he'd decided to take Yuri's invitation even if it was a year and a half late, that he finally had the answer to that request Yuri had pushed at him so earnestly that night in Sochi.
Maybe trying to lie was the wrong thing to do, but the more he thinks about the last few days, he doesn't know what any of the right choices might have been. Maybe there were none, maybe this was a time when no matter what he did, it would have been the wrong thing.
It worked out. Maccachin alive and well, Yuri on the way to the Grand Prix Final, both of them back together here in Hasetsu. Even if Yuri hasn't said if he'll stay tonight, there is very little more Victor could ask for.