He can't help but be amused, in a gentle and affectionate sort of way, because Yuri is often so literal. He's used to being blunt, and being taken at his word, but Yuri takes it to a whole new level –– sometimes.
Other times he doesn't believe Victor at all, and only looks abashed when told he'd been denying the truth, thinking it too ridiculous or impossible to be real.
But he isn't wrong, here. Victor had said that ––
( I need you with me )
–– and he'd meant it. Trying to sleep on the plane, or during the last few nights, has been near impossible, a word he normally never allows. Before Yuri, he'd never met a problem he couldn't work his way through, by luck or hard practice or strategy or the sheer force of his personal charisma, but Yuri has had him foxed every step of the way, from that first night to this one. Never quite sure he's doing the right thing, in the right way, for the right reasons. Questioning himself for the first time in decades.
Needing someone else there, other than Maccachin, to sleep.
Yuri's shifting tiredly against his hand, and Victor knows that if he lets this moment pass, if he doesn't lean in to kiss Yuri again, they'll both be asleep in minutes, if not seconds. It's a desperately appealing thought, and still, he considers breaking it.
–– But that would mean hauling himself back from the brink again, so he only smiles, and settle his head a little more deeply into the pillow, and lets his thumb trace Yuri's temple and into the thick mess of his hair in a gentle sweep. "Now I can. And you should, too."
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Date: 2017-09-26 02:56 am (UTC)"I do."
He can't help but be amused, in a gentle and affectionate sort of way, because Yuri is often so literal. He's used to being blunt, and being taken at his word, but Yuri takes it to a whole new level –– sometimes.
Other times he doesn't believe Victor at all, and only looks abashed when told he'd been denying the truth, thinking it too ridiculous or impossible to be real.
But he isn't wrong, here. Victor had said that ––
–– and he'd meant it. Trying to sleep on the plane, or during the last few nights, has been near impossible, a word he normally never allows. Before Yuri, he'd never met a problem he couldn't work his way through, by luck or hard practice or strategy or the sheer force of his personal charisma, but Yuri has had him foxed every step of the way, from that first night to this one. Never quite sure he's doing the right thing, in the right way, for the right reasons. Questioning himself for the first time in decades.
Needing someone else there, other than Maccachin, to sleep.
Yuri's shifting tiredly against his hand, and Victor knows that if he lets this moment pass, if he doesn't lean in to kiss Yuri again, they'll both be asleep in minutes, if not seconds. It's a desperately appealing thought, and still, he considers breaking it.
–– But that would mean hauling himself back from the brink again, so he only smiles, and settle his head a little more deeply into the pillow, and lets his thumb trace Yuri's temple and into the thick mess of his hair in a gentle sweep. "Now I can. And you should, too."