The question is not whether Yuri is lying –– even Victor, for whom deep study of the emotional foibles of anyone other than himself is rare, can tell that –– but whether Yuri even knows he's lying.
Which maybe means Victor isn't asking the right questions, and maybe means Victor should stop asking him anything at all about it, and just let Yuri come to whatever conclusion he's currently working on, staring down at his hands while his shoulders slump. "Okay."
He won't let his skepticism seep through to his voice or face –– that would be worse, wouldn't it? –– so just keeps his eyes steady and his expression soft. "Then hold on."
Before his right arm goes to bracket Yuri's lower back, while the other hand drops to the bed to help push himself up, turning almost like he'd just been picturing, but the other direction, away from the pillows and the tray, to flip them. At least this time he has the presence of mind not to just drop Yuri onto sore muscles and his bruised hip –– one foot finds the floor and braces him against their combined weight and momentum, so he can deposit Yuri safely down, and still be in range to flick a smile up from under his fallen bangs, and lean his forehead against Yuri's. "Please excuse me for just a moment, while I tidy up."
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Date: 2017-04-27 06:55 pm (UTC)Which maybe means Victor isn't asking the right questions, and maybe means Victor should stop asking him anything at all about it, and just let Yuri come to whatever conclusion he's currently working on, staring down at his hands while his shoulders slump. "Okay."
He won't let his skepticism seep through to his voice or face –– that would be worse, wouldn't it? –– so just keeps his eyes steady and his expression soft. "Then hold on."
Before his right arm goes to bracket Yuri's lower back, while the other hand drops to the bed to help push himself up, turning almost like he'd just been picturing, but the other direction, away from the pillows and the tray, to flip them. At least this time he has the presence of mind not to just drop Yuri onto sore muscles and his bruised hip –– one foot finds the floor and braces him against their combined weight and momentum, so he can deposit Yuri safely down, and still be in range to flick a smile up from under his fallen bangs, and lean his forehead against Yuri's. "Please excuse me for just a moment, while I tidy up."