It's so very roundabout, the point. The explanation. But there is a point, even if he's only still cobbling how to get from right here to there. Even when it feels convoluted, and like a lot of translations like it's already going to change what he means. But he has to try.
"Not all of them are appropriate." Obvious winnowing away of that pile that English didn't have, and even Victor seems distantly surprised about, even in that expression that he thought was questioning why that was his thought. How it connected to anything right before. "As a man. To a situation."
A barely there pause. "This situation."
He'd meant more about there being specific ones that were more professionally, and other more personal, but even at that, this situation -- this situation was far more ... intimate than most of those counts even. This. Him sitting here on Victor's lap, this close, hands on each other. The kissing.
The next hesitation actually is.
But Yuri lets go of one of Victor's shoulders, pulling back his arm, to lay that hand over Victor's on his neck. It's silly, he knows. That he's already touching so much of Victor it shouldn't make him pause, even while still in Victor's lap, in the curl of his arm, to touch a different part of Victor. On purpose. While thinking about it.
"This--" There's a faint pressure of his fingers on the hand there, and he can feel it. The pressure on his skin. "--one is fine in both." Even if it makes him sort of blush, the wrong meaning touching his head. He means the word earlier. The I foundered in his sudden disagreement with his own mouth. When he started, before he tried to separate them.
He lifts his hand a second later, dropping it even further, to place it sideways across the center of his own chest. "This would be different."
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Date: 2017-04-24 08:08 pm (UTC)"Not all of them are appropriate." Obvious winnowing away of that pile that English didn't have, and even Victor seems distantly surprised about, even in that expression that he thought was questioning why that was his thought. How it connected to anything right before. "As a man. To a situation."
A barely there pause. "This situation."
He'd meant more about there being specific ones that were more professionally, and other more personal, but even at that, this situation -- this situation was far more ... intimate than most of those counts even. This. Him sitting here on Victor's lap, this close, hands on each other. The kissing.
The next hesitation actually is.
But Yuri lets go of one of Victor's shoulders, pulling back his arm, to lay that hand over Victor's on his neck. It's silly, he knows. That he's already touching so much of Victor it shouldn't make him pause, even while still in Victor's lap, in the curl of his arm, to touch a different part of Victor. On purpose. While thinking about it.
"This--" There's a faint pressure of his fingers on the hand there, and he can feel it. The pressure on his skin. "--one is fine in both." Even if it makes him sort of blush, the wrong meaning touching his head. He means the word earlier. The I foundered in his sudden disagreement with his own mouth. When he started, before he tried to separate them.
He lifts his hand a second later, dropping it even further, to place it sideways across the center of his own chest. "This would be different."