Across the bed, across the tray, across from him, Yuri flusters, and Victor is aware of having done something wrong –– again –– but not what. Is saying he'd like a date really pushing all that far? Is it, honestly, truly, that surprising?
But it doesn't really matter what he thinks, or even what he wants, and Yuri's confusion at least makes what he should do clear, so he shakes his head, smile apologetic. "It's okay, Yuri. I'm sorry."
Wanting to poke at one of those dumplings that are left, that look as stupid and clumsy as he currently feels, but that would probably come across the wrong way, right? Even if it would make him feel better to stab one until the delicate steamed sides fell apart and the filling came tumbling out. "I shouldn't have said that."
He doesn't understand why he shouldn't have said it, but it's obvious it was the wrong thing to do, so he can at least apologize for mis-stepping, again, and making Yuri feel unsettled, again. "It can just be normal sight-seeing if we get the chance to go –– that won't be so bad, right?"
It's not like they haven't done and gone to lots of things and lots of places together, that maybe felt like or seemed like dates but weren't, and he's getting ahead of himself, and, worse, getting ahead of Yuri, so he switches tracks, index finger tapping on his chopsticks before he picks them up again to pick at his bowl of rice and vegetables, even if it feels like his stomach has simply decided to vacate his body altogether for how little appetite he suddenly has. "Is your hip feeling any better? I can go get some more ice, if you need it."
There's still some from before, but it's probably started to melt, and he's not sure a cool water pack will really help Yuri's bruises all that much. Besides, he wants to be helpful, not ... whatever it is he's being instead.
Isn't all this more than anything he's expected, ever since that same day on the beach? Isn't he grateful? Why does he keep saying these stupid things, is this really that hard, or is he just bad at it?
He'll do better, he promises himself. The last thing he wants to do is push too hard and send Yuri running away, down the hall directly through the door or the wall or the window to get as far away from him as humanly possible, and if that means hauling himself all the way back to just barely blurring the line of coach and friend and just Victor, he can try his best. After all, when was the last time he'd failed at anything he'd put his mind to?
Aside from not falling in love with Yuri, anyway.
So he rallies, even as he gives up on the rice and vegetables in favor of another cup of tea, that feels warm and soothing and not too hard on his suddenly petulant stomach. "I'm sure it'll feel much better tomorrow, but just in case, you should probably keep the jumps in the exhibition to a minimum."
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Date: 2017-04-20 03:55 am (UTC)again –– but not what. Is saying he'd like a date really pushing all that far? Is it, honestly, truly, that surprising?
But it doesn't really matter what he thinks, or even what he wants, and Yuri's confusion at least makes what he should do clear, so he shakes his head, smile apologetic. "It's okay, Yuri. I'm sorry."
Wanting to poke at one of those dumplings that are left, that look as stupid and clumsy as he currently feels, but that would probably come across the wrong way, right? Even if it would make him feel better to stab one until the delicate steamed sides fell apart and the filling came tumbling out. "I shouldn't have said that."
He doesn't understand why he shouldn't have said it, but it's obvious it was the wrong thing to do, so he can at least apologize for mis-stepping, again, and making Yuri feel unsettled, again. "It can just be normal sight-seeing if we get the chance to go –– that won't be so bad, right?"
It's not like they haven't done and gone to lots of things and lots of places together, that maybe felt like or seemed like dates but weren't, and he's getting ahead of himself, and, worse, getting ahead of Yuri, so he switches tracks, index finger tapping on his chopsticks before he picks them up again to pick at his bowl of rice and vegetables, even if it feels like his stomach has simply decided to vacate his body altogether for how little appetite he suddenly has. "Is your hip feeling any better? I can go get some more ice, if you need it."
There's still some from before, but it's probably started to melt, and he's not sure a cool water pack will really help Yuri's bruises all that much. Besides, he wants to be helpful, not ... whatever it is he's being instead.
Isn't all this more than anything he's expected, ever since that same day on the beach? Isn't he grateful? Why does he keep saying these stupid things, is this really that hard, or is he just bad at it?
He'll do better, he promises himself. The last thing he wants to do is push too hard and send Yuri running away, down the hall directly through the door or the wall or the window to get as far away from him as humanly possible, and if that means hauling himself all the way back to just barely blurring the line of coach and friend and just Victor, he can try his best. After all, when was the last time he'd failed at anything he'd put his mind to?
Aside from not falling in love with Yuri, anyway.
So he rallies, even as he gives up on the rice and vegetables in favor of another cup of tea, that feels warm and soothing and not too hard on his suddenly petulant stomach. "I'm sure it'll feel much better tomorrow, but just in case, you should probably keep the jumps in the exhibition to a minimum."